Several days had passed since Joshua’s vampires delivered their warning, and the Blood Moon pack had transformed overnight into a fortress of vigilance.
The sprawling estate on the edge of human territory, once a symbol of Ethan’s quiet integration with the outside world, was abandoned. He’d ordered it sealed, windows boarded, gates chained, the long drive patrolled by rotating teams of enforcers who never shifted out of wolf form. No one entered or left without triple-checked clearance. The pack house, deep in the heart of their ancestral lands, became home again: stone walls thick with wards, every corridor lit by iron sconces that burned day and night, the air heavy with the scent of pine resin and gun oil.
Aurora attended the pack school now, her days filled with lessons from elders
