Naomi’s POV
The air the next morning was thick. Not just with fog or the smell of damp earth after a long night, but with tension. You know, that kind of tension that, when it lingers in the air, you feel like shrinking down into a hole or wanting to scratch the wall with your fingers.
I stood on the balcony of the guest quarters, my hands gripping the blanket I had draped over me tightly. I watched as the sun creeped over the forest, giving the surrounding a soft warm glow. Below, warriors paced around, clothing tight to their weapons. From this place where I stood, I saw how tight their movements were, and how they stood, like they were waiting for something. The Redwood Pack’s warriors were known as one of the top 8 powerful warriors in the world. Now I can see that the title isn't j
