The watching didn't stop.
If anything—
It became more obvious.
Not because the distant wolves moved closer.
Because the camp had started noticing them too.
By the third day, even the youngest survivors felt it.
Eyes beyond the trees.
Movement that disappeared the moment someone turned toward it.
Scents lingering along the boundaries long after patrols passed through.
The forest was paying attention.
Nyra stood near the northern perimeter as two patrol wolves returned from their morning sweep.
"Three separate scent trails," one reported.
"Same wolves?" Arin asked.
The patrol shook his head.
"No."
That answer settled heavily over the group.
Because it confirmed what everyone already suspected.
It wasn't one group watching them anymore.
It was several.
Nyra felt Darius appr
