By midday, the tension in camp had turned heavy and suffocating.
Wolves whispered in low voices whenever Rhea walked past. Some turned their heads away as if she weren't there, while others stared far too long.
Word of what happened had swept through the tents like a fire. The pack knew she had collapsed during a vision at the shrine.
Most of all, they knew her blood was waking up.
Rhea felt the change deep in her body. It wasn't just a prickle under her skin; it burned down into the marrow of her bones.
And deep beneath her ribs, something growled.
It wasn't the familiar instinct of a pack wolf.
It didn't belong to her.
It was ancient, vast, and cold.
The Council meeting was called inside the large war tent at the center of camp.
Rhea pulled back the entryway flap and steppe
