The moment Ivy’s scent changed, the pack felt it.
A ripple of unease spread through Blackwood like a living thing. Warriors paused mid-step. Omegas flinched. Elders lifted their heads in silent alarm. Even the wolves sleeping deep within the mountain stirred restlessly.
Power had shifted.
Something ancient had awakened.
Rowan stood frozen before Ivy, his chest tight, his instincts screaming both submission and protection. Her presence pressed against him not aggressive, but undeniable. Command wrapped in velvet.
It terrified him.
“Ivy…” he whispered, voice rough. “Your aura”
“I know,” she said softly. “I can feel it too.”
Around them, guards struggled to maintain composure, their wolves fighting the urge to kneel.
Rowan raised his hand sharply. “Clear the corridor. Now.”
They did
