Caleb’s POV
The air in Moon’s Fang smelled of pine and tension, an aroma that made Sigvar growl at the back of my mind, his instincts sharp as blades. We were following the trail of the van that had taken Hilda’s parents, a trail that had led us from Silver Creek into this hostile territory—the domain of Hilda’s ex-mate and his pack.
“We’re close,” I said, my voice low, my eyes fixed on the streets we were crossing. Moon’s Fang was a much larger pack than Silver Creek, old and full of history. The van’s scent had brought us to a residential building, a place that didn’t fit as a home for a family of Alphas, but here we were. Sigvar growled, his unease an echo of mine. Hilda had to be there, as a prisoner of her own lover.
“This is madness, Caleb,” Mara said, turning to me, her green eye
