Juliette’s POV
The pack’s territory had never felt so fragile. The walls that usually resonated with the steady heartbeat of the Blackridge Wolves now echoed with tension, the calm before a storm I could feel in my bones. Every shadow seemed heavier, every rustle of leaves sharper, every scent laced with uncertainty. My senses were on fire, alert, scanning for the intruder I had yet to fully comprehend—and for the pack’s own wolves, who now seemed almost at odds with one another.
Dorian and Bryan stood on either side of me, two halves of a balance I didn’t know I could maintain. But the weight of them, their energy, their presence, pressed on me. Dorian’s gaze lingered too long, protective, fierce, raw. Bryan’s scent flared, danger and desire twisting in ways that made my pulse spike. Bo
