The howl did not fade when the sound ended. It lingered inside Mira’s chest like a vibration that refused to settle.
The training hall remained frozen in silence. Every Silverfang wolf stood still, heads slightly lowered, eyes lifted toward the tall windows where pale moonlight spilled across the stone floor.
Mira’s pulse beat unevenly because something was wrong, not danger, not exactly but something deeper like ancient eyes watching.
Ryker stood directly in front of her, unmoving, but the bond between them had begun to shift again. It no longer felt like a chain pulling them together. It felt like a door opening where no door should exist.
“Mira,” Ryker said quietly.
She tried to answer, but her throat felt tight.
“I feel it,” she managed.
Selene stepped back slowly. The elders di
