Klaus’s POV
It had been too quiet. Too still. The kind of silence that didn’t soothe—but screamed.
For the past two months, I had been monitoring a group of hunters operating in the outer territories of the northern forest. They had always left traces—burnt grounds, missing wolves, stolen herbs from our apothecaries. Little signs. Nothing massive, but consistent. Predictable.
That, while wondering if they were the same group with the large hunter group that attacked Riverdale in the past.
But now… nothing.
No movement. No footprints. No stolen supplies. It was as if the earth had swallowed them whole.
And that made me uneasy.
They were planning something. I could feel it in my bones. That calculated stillness—the pause before the ambush. Every instinct in my body screamed that this
