The chamber had fallen silent, yet the air hummed with unseen energy. Every elder, every Alpha, every Silverfang wolf felt it—the shift in the atmosphere, subtle at first, then undeniable. Mira stood in the center, chains clinking as the Moonlight poured through the tall windows, brushing silver across her skin. She could feel the bond thrumming violently, pulling her awareness toward Ryker and stretching across the room like a living cord.
She felt the first sign, a pale glow on the walls, and her chest tightened. Ancient runes, etched in the stone long before any current Alpha had walked the halls, flared softly. Mira's wolf whimpered in fear and surprise, which made her realize how strong the supernatural force was around them.
Ryker didn't move. His golden eyes were fixed on her. The
