Chapter 2
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"Pack business."
Aurora let the answer stand.
Every wolf recognized the boundary when it appeared.
Pack matters belonged to the pack.
Still, something felt different tonight.
Not wrong exactly.
Just heavier.
Marcus carried tension well. Most people would never notice it.
Aurora did.
The same way he always noticed when she was lying about being fine.
They cut south through a narrow lane where old buildings leaned toward one another overhead as though sharing a confidence.
The conversation drifted to safer territory.
A young shifter in training who had accidentally shifted during a Council meeting.
A diplomatic misunderstanding in the vampire district involving one misplaced letter and three different factions convinced it belonged to them.
Marcus delivered the story with the solemnity of a historian documenting a major catastrophe.
Aurora nearly laughed.
For a few blocks, the city allowed them to be simply two people taking a walk.
Then the moon climbed higher.
Something changed.
Aurora slowed.
It wasn't a sound.
It wasn't a scent.
It was something she felt at the edge of perception.
A strange quality in the air.
A pressure she sensed in the back of her throat and the joints of her hands.
Her wolf stopped pacing.
Went completely still.
Not the stillness before a fight.
Something else.
Something that felt disturbingly close to recognition.
As though some hidden part of her had heard a distant voice.
"Does the recall feel wrong to you?" she asked.
Marcus considered the question.
"Yes."
No hesitation.
"The timing's off."
Aurora nodded. "That's what I thought."
"Something happened."
"You think the Council knows what?"
"I think they know exactly what." His expression darkened slightly. "And I think they're not ready to tell us."
Neither of them spoke for a while after that. The city stretched around them in silence.
Aurora found herself thinking about Vincent again. She hadn't meant to.
Standing beneath a sky that suddenly felt too watchful, she wondered whether he felt this too.
Whether he would recognize whatever was moving beneath the surface of the world. Whether he would have a name for it when she didn't.
The thought lingered longer than it should have. Just like he always did.
"Aurora."
Something in Marcus's voice made her look up immediately.
She followed his gaze toward a rooftop to the east.
At first she saw nothing.
Then she realized that was the problem.
A watch post that should have been occupied stood empty. The ward-light that usually burned
there was dark.
A small thing. The kind of thing most people would never notice. "I see it."
Marcus's expression tightened.
"Third time this week."
Her eyes lingered on the rooftop.
The city seemed to hold its breath around it.
Three times.
Too many to dismiss.
The recall.
Her wolf's growing restlessness.
The strange sensation in the air that she still couldn't explain.
Missing sentries.
Darkened wards.
And beneath all of it, the feeling that something was moving just beyond the reach of her understanding.
Not enough to form an answer.
Enough to make the questions harder to ignore.
They reached the next crossroads.
"Get back safe," Aurora said.
Marcus nodded.
"You too."
Then he hesitated.
The pause caught her attention immediately.
"And Aurora."
She waited. "Whatever Mikhail says tomorrow."
His gaze shifted briefly toward the street ahead before returning to hers.
"Just don't accept all of it without asking questions."
Aurora studied him. That wasn't like Marcus. Not entirely.
"Is that pack business talking?"
A faint smile touched his mouth. "Call it instinct."
Before she could press further, he turned south and disappeared into the night.
Aurora remained where she was for a moment.
Moonlight pooled across the cobblestones.
Around her, Mooncrest carried on as it always had.
Quiet conversations behind shuttered windows.
Distant footsteps.
The slow breathing of an old city wrapped in secrets.
Yet the unease remained. Persistent. Waiting. Like a note she could almost hear.
Finally, she turned east.
Deeper into the historic district.
Toward sandalwood and night-blooming jasmine.
Toward Vincent.
And toward the one conversation tonight that might give shape to everything she still didn't understand.
The streets grew quieter as Aurora moved deeper into the historic district.
Mooncrest never truly slept, but this part of the city seemed to exist slightly apart from everything around it. The sounds of nightlife faded behind her. Conversation gave way to silence. Even the air felt different here, carrying sandalwood, old stone, and the lingering scent of night-blooming jasmine.
Vincent's sanctuary sat tucked between older buildings as though it belonged to another century.
A single lantern burned above the carved mahogany door.
Golden light spilled across the threshold. Waiting.
Aurora slowed as she approached. The uneasy feeling that had followed her all evening remained.
The recall.
The empty watch post.
The darkened ward-light.
The strange pressure in the air she still couldn't explain.
She told herself she was being paranoid. She'd spent years hunting threats hidden in shadows.
Sometimes that habit made shadows where none existed.
Still, her wolf remained alert. Watching. Listening.
Aurora stopped at the door.
She had stood here dozens of times. That fact should have made her pulse settle.
Instead it lifted.
Because Vincent was on the other side. Because seeing him always felt a little like coming home. And because some small part of her had been counting the hours until she could.
A faint smile touched her mouth.
Then she raised her hand and knocked once.
Softly.
The sound disappeared into the old wood.
Aurora waited.
Nothing.
The smile faded.
Vincent was rarely late.
Never careless.
A strange knot tightened in her chest.
She knocked again.
Silence.
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