Maya couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being watched.
Even with the Blood Fang scattered, even with the pack celebrating their victory, the hairs on the back of her neck stayed up. The message at the border kept replaying in her head. *We’ll be watching.*
She walked the perimeter that night with Kade, the moon high above them. The pack slept behind the walls, safe for now.
“You’re quiet,” Kade said, bumping her shoulder with his.
Maya sighed. “I keep thinking about who sent that message. If it wasn’t the Blood Fang, then who?”
Kade’s jaw tightened. “We’ll find out. No one threatens my mate and gets away with it.”
The possessiveness in his voice made her chest warm, but it didn’t quiet the dread.
They stopped at the north gate. The scorched earth from the battle was still visible. A single black feather lay in the dirt.
Maya picked it up. It wasn’t from any bird in this territory.
“What is it?” Kade asked, taking it from her.
“Not ours,” she said. “Not theirs either.”
Kade’s eyes narrowed. “Raven shifters.”
Maya froze. “They’re extinct.”
“So I thought,” Kade said grimly. “But ravens don’t leave feathers unless they want to be found.”
A rustle in the trees made them both turn.
A figure stepped out of the shadows. Tall, cloaked, face hidden.
“Alpha,” the figure said, voice low and smooth. “Luna. I’ve been waiting.”
Maya stepped in front of Kade instinctively. The bond flared, warning her.
“Who are you?” she asked.
The figure pulled back their hood.
Silver hair. Golden eyes. A scar across their throat.
“My name is Caelen,” they said. “And I’m here to tell you the truth about who you really are.”
Maya’s blood ran cold.
Kade growled, pulling her behind him.
“Don’t listen to him,” he said.
But it was too late. Maya already wanted to know.