Silver used to feel her wolf like a second spine, not like a voice or a presence with words, just a steady awareness, a low hum beneath muscle and bone that told her when space shifted, when danger crept close, when someone’s intent sharpened.
But now, there was nothing, not quiet or sleeping
She noticed it in the early morning when the mist still clung to the ground and the pack compound smelled of wet stone and old pine. The wolves moving through the courtyard made the air ripple with dominance cues: subtle shoulder angling, deliberate steps, controlled breathing that signalled rank.
Silver felt none of it.
She should have.
Her body responded late to everything now, like her instincts were buffering.
Matt stood in front of her, hands folded behind his back, gaze steady. He wasn’t d
