I stood just outside the towering gates of the Moonfall Pack, the ancient stone pillars glowing faintly beneath the silver wash of the moon. The crescent symbol carved at the center of the gate pulsed softly, responding to the presence of wolves nearby. This place reeked of power. Of dominance. Of blood soaked history.
My fingers tightened around my phone as I dialed Adrean’s number again.
No connection.
I exhaled sharply and began pacing, my boots scraping softly against the stone path. The night breeze brushed against my skin, carrying the distant howls of wolves greeting the moon. Each sound sent a thrill down my spine.
“Pick up,” I muttered, my voice low and impatient. “Pick up.”
I dialed again.
This time, the call connected on the second ring.
“Hey,” Adrean’s voice came through
