/Alora/
The howl cut through the air, wild and fiery, booming across the heavy forest like the call of some hunting beast.
My skin prickled; my heart was rushing as if it had recognized the cry for what it was: a warning.
I spun toward the sound, eyes narrowing, looking into the shadows hanging from the trees.
There was something in that howl. Not some random dog, but something far more dangerous, bringing an unspoken and ominous threat.
"We're not alone," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
Randall stepped up beside me, striking a gaze over the woods.
"I felt a tightness in him, the coiling in his muscles in preparation for whatever was going to pop out of the woods. "That wasn't any regular wolf. Something is hunting us.
There was a tightening of Lyanna's face in worry, for she
