The words "She belongs to us." haunted me for days.
Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the message carved into the tree.
Every time I looked outside my window, I expected another attack.
But none came.
The territory remained quiet.
Too quiet.
Almost as if the storm was waiting for the right moment to strike.
For the first time since arriving at the Blackwood Pack, life began to resemble something close to normal.
Training continued every morning.
Marcus spent most of his time with the elders, searching through old records.
Ethan was busier than ever strengthening the pack's defenses.
And Damien...
Damien refused to leave me alone.
Not that he admitted it.
"I assigned two warriors to follow you," he said one morning.
I sighed dramatically.
"You know, normal people say good m
