By the time I left the ridge, the air felt too thin and too sharp in my lungs and even though my legs carried me back down the trail toward the packhouse, some part of me still felt like it was standing at the line with Christopher’s voice hanging in the dark.
We’re coming for you.
It was not just the threat that stayed with me. It was the way he said it. Like he had seen enough tonight to know exactly what he needed.
The trail back through the trees was quiet except for the crunch of my boots over damp leaves and the faint movement of warriors shifting positions up the ridge. I kept my arms folded tight over myself because the bond would not settle and my thoughts would not either.
Christopher and that second Alpha. Warren stepping across the border like an i***t. The older wolves hes
