Chapter 49

• In the dark, shadowy part of the Light City, a group of rogues marched in a single line, led by a large brown wolf. Their movements were careful and vigilant, like an army on the march to war.
• They moved through the forest, avoiding the rays of moonlight that shone down from above. There was something strange about their movements, something that didn't sit quite right. It was as if they were trying to hide from the moon.
• One of them who strayed away and was touched by the gleams of the moon, turned into a puddle of blood and flesh the next moment. Seeing the scene, the rogues became even more careful and vigilant as they pressed on to their destination.