Juliette’s POV
The pack’s territory felt unnaturally quiet. Even the usual hum of conversation among our ranks was muted, as if the forest itself held its breath. My claws dug into the earth as I moved through the training grounds, ears alert to the slightest rustle. The intruder’s shadow lingered over us, heavier than any storm cloud, pressing on my mind like a warning I couldn’t ignore.
I stopped at the edge of the sparring circle, where the younger wolves were practicing maneuvers under the supervision of our seasoned fighters. Their growls and snapping teeth were sharp, but the tension between Dorian and Bryan pulled at me even more. Each of them seemed on edge, eyes scanning the treeline, ready to spring at the first sign of danger.
I exhaled slowly, trying to calm the churn of une
