Rowan
The forest was too quiet.
Not the peaceful kind of quiet, not the soft, breathing stillness that usually settled over the land at dusk.. this was the wrong kind.
The kind that made instincts rise like hackles under the skin.
I stood on the eastern ridge, arms crossed, gaze sweeping the tree line below, the air carried the sharp scent of pine and damp earth, but beneath it…
Something else.. Faint..Wrong. Like rot wrapped in smoke.
The land whispered uneasily against my senses, a subtle vibration that ran through my bones.
It had started hours ago... not enough to alarm the pack, not enough to trigger Moira’s spell outright, but enough that I couldn’t ignore it.
It was a slight shift, a flicker, a disturbance that didn't belong there..
Behind me, Alec approached quietly, thoug
