Morning came slowly to the Silverfang stronghold.
Mira woke before the guards arrived. She lay still on the narrow bed, staring at the stone ceiling while the memory of the night returned in pieces. She remembered the nightmare. She remembered the strange silver glow. She remembered speaking a name she did not intend to speak. Varek.
Her chest tightened because she did not remember why. The bond felt quiet but heavy, like a storm waiting behind distant hills.
A knock came at the door. “Enter,” she said.
Two guards stepped inside. They were not hostile, but they were careful. Mira had learned the difference. Hostile wolves showed teeth. Careful wolves watched hands.
“You are summoned to the hall,” one of them said. “For what?” Mira asked.
“The Alpha commands your presence.” Of course
