Conflicts on the borders of Sangris had never, in fact, been uncommon.
Territorial tensions, silent disputes, small incursions that tested limits without ever fully crossing the line into open war… this was the natural state among races that coexisted under a constant threat of expansion.
Yet, there was a clear difference between tension and rupture. And, in recent days, that difference had been crossed with a violence that left no room for interpretation.
The werewolves weren't just testing.
They were advancing.
Fragmented reports first emerged as noise… small villages attacked, watchtowers destroyed, patrols disappearing without a trace but dried blood and deep marks in the ground.
Nothing big enough to warrant a massive response, but too consistent to be ignored.
