Clara’s pov
The note was under my door when I came upstairs after closing.
No envelope. Just a single folded piece of paper, plain white, slid under the gap like whoever left it didn’t want to be seen. I stared at it for a full ten seconds before I picked it up.
Marnie’s voice floated up the stairs. “You coming back down for the till count or am I doing it alone?”
“Be right there.”
I unfolded the paper.
Something is waking in the old bloodlines. Yours is not quiet. Stay out of the deep woods. They are already listening.
No signature. No date. The handwriting was careful, almost too neat.
The heat in my chest, the one that had been flickering since the clearing rolled hard enough that I had to lean against the doorframe.
My wolf went completely still, focused on the words like the
