The pack lands did not truly sleep that night.
Even when torches dimmed and patrols slowed, an undercurrent of tension pulsed through the air, as though the earth itself sensed what was coming. Glosh felt it in her bones. Every breath carried the weight of expectation. Every shadow felt heavier.
She stood at the northern watchtower long after midnight, her cloak pulled tight around her shoulders. The wind carried the scent of pine, cold stone, and restless wolves.
So many scents.
So many emotions.
Fear. Curiosity. Anger. Hope.
And all of it seemed to circle back to her.
She rested her hands on the stone railing, staring out into the darkness beyond the borders. Somewhere out there were packs who whispered her name with either reverence or hatred. Somewhere out there were wolves deci
