LIAM’S P.O.V.
The castle was quiet. Not peaceful—just... quiet. The kind of quiet that made your instincts itch and your wolf stir.
I stood by the training yard, watching younger wolves spar under Zach’s supervision while Carlos shouted critiques from the sidelines like a disgruntled drill sergeant. Blades clashed, snarls erupted, dirt flew. Normal morning activity. Routine.
And still... I couldn’t shake the feeling.
The previous day, scouts had returned breathless, reporting that Eos’s army was closing in from the East. Dozens of warlocks. Shadow-walkers. Wolves with corrupted eyes. We'd braced for blood.
Now?
Now they were gone. No movement. No sign. No smoke on the horizon. No messages. No corpses.
Just... silence.
Jake strolled up beside me, biting into a hunk of bread like we
