Morning light spilled into the courtyard outside the packhouse while I pushed open the heavy front doors and stepped out into the cool air, and the first thing I noticed was how the wolves gathered there suddenly went quiet the second they saw me.
It was not subtle.
A cluster of warriors standing near the supply shed stopped talking in the middle of a sentence, and two females who had been laughing near the training field suddenly found the dirt under their boots very interesting.
I felt the shift ripple through the courtyard like a f*****g wave. Three days until the Alpha challenge. Christopher’s wolves circling the border. Alpha John whispering poison into the ears of half the older warriors.
And apparently I was the newest problem everyone wanted to talk about. I kept walking anyway
