Third POV
On the outskirts of the kingdom, a large number of people, rogues, mill about as they wait for others to show up. The people that they were waiting for was someone that had more information about the people that they were going to set a full-scale attack on in the future. A rustling and crunching of leaves is heard from the far end of the clearing that the rogues are residing in, forcing their attention towards it, only to see the people that they were waiting for.
“What took you so long?!” the leader of the rogue group, DeMarcus, shouts at the group. “We have been waiting for five hours!”
“Sorry,” Frankfort, the ex-Beta of the Black Moon pack, speaks up. “We didn’t get the chance to leave until an hour ago. Our new Alpha is getting strict on where me and Daniel go.”