The night smelled wrong.
Aria sensed it before the first howl split the air—before the alarms rang, before the ground trembled beneath running wolves. Her light prickled beneath her skin, restless, warning.
Something was coming.
Something calculated.
“Evacuation protocol,” Adrian barked through the pack link, already shifting as warriors surged toward the eastern ridge. Aria tried to contact Elara, but she didn’t respond. So, she ran towards the pack grounds.
Dominic stood beside Aria, tense, jaw clenched, his hand brushing hers as if anchoring himself. His wolf was restless—too restless.
“You feel it too?” Aria asked quietly.
Dominic nodded once.
“Like my bones are buzzing. But Lucy seriously injured Elara yesterday. Then how could she attack tonight?” He asked, and it was reall
