CALLAN’S POV
I slipped out of Lukas’s house after breakfast, the chill of the morning biting at my skin as I tugged my hood low. His orders echoed in my skull—sharp, heavy, the kind an alpha’s voice carried even when it softened with friendship. Go to Tenebrous. Find out what Ryker’s planning. The lycan in him didn’t beg; he commanded, and I obeyed. My boots crunched against the gravel, then silenced as I let the air ripple around me, my body fading into nothing. Teleporting always felt like falling—weightless, a rush of cold, then solid ground beneath me again. I landed just beyond Tenebrous’s borders, the scent of pine and rot hitting me hard.
The pack lands stretched out ahead, a jagged sprawl of decay where life used to hum. I crouched low, my breath fogging in the dim light, and too
