Kiera's P.O.V.
The howls continued, haunting the air around us, growing louder with every passing second. They weren’t like the usual calls I was used to hearing from the pack—they were deeper, urgent, and filled with an unmistakable tension. There was something primal in them, a cry for help, perhaps, or something darker. My heart picked up speed as the weight of the situation began to settle in.
“Damian, what’s happening?” My voice barely rose above a whisper, but the worry in it was palpable. I could feel the shift in the air, a tightening, like something ancient was waking up.
Damian’s gaze locked onto me, his jaw clenched. He was already on alert, his muscles coiled with the kind of readiness that told me he sensed the danger, too. “I don’t know yet, but we need to find out.”
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