Juliette’s POV
The pack’s territory had never felt so uneasy. Even the familiar scent of pine and cold stone carried a tension I couldn’t ignore. Every shadow seemed to twitch with danger. Every rustle in the trees made my fur bristle. My Omega senses hummed low, a warning that we were about to be tested—again.
Dorian and Bryan flanked me as we moved through the main hall, strategizing, trying to anticipate the intruder’s next strike. The air was thick with urgency. Supplies had been tampered with overnight, traps had been dismantled, and the perimeter patrols had reported strange sightings—shadows moving faster than any wolf should move.
“I can’t believe he’s getting away with this,” Bryan growled, slamming a fist against a wall. His wolf’s frustration bled into his movements, claws fl
