Hope's POV.
I sit curled on the front porch of the pack house, a mug of untouched tea cooling in my hands. My eyes are fixed on the treeline, heart pounding with each gust of wind that rustles the leaves. Malakar and Lucian have been gone too long. A knot of unease twists in my stomach.
Suddenly, a flurry of movement catches my attention.
Talon, Dorian, and the rest of the warriors storm past me, their bodies already beginning to shift mid-stride - bones cracking, fur bursting through skin, jaws elongating as their snarls fill the air. The ground trembles with the force of their fury as they disappear into the woods, headed in the same direction as Malakar and Lucian.
I leap to my feet, heart in my throat. "What's going on?" I call after them, but none of them stop.
Morgana steps out
