Snow fell heavily across Black Hollow by nightfall.
The territory had grown quieter over the past few days, but not peaceful enough for Lyra to relax completely. Ever since the warning howl earlier that morning, tension lingered beneath every conversation and every patrol crossing the packlands.
Three unidentified wolves had entered Black Hollow territory.
And they were asking specifically for the Moon Blessed.
Lyra stood beside Kael inside the council chamber while warriors gathered around the large wooden table in the center of the room. Maps covered the surface beneath scattered candles while snowstorm winds rattled faintly against the windows.
Darius leaned forward, arms crossed tightly over his chest.
“They crossed through the southern forest without triggering border traps.”
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