The roof creaked softly beneath Kael’s weight.
I didn’t turn.
I had felt him climbing long before he reached the ridge—the subtle shift in the air, the faint pressure of another wolf moving closer. Whatever was changing in me, it was making hiding nearly impossible.
Kael stopped several feet behind me.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Below us, Redpaw moved as though nothing had changed. Wolves crossed the yard carrying supplies toward the training fields, their voices drifting faintly upward on the wind.
Beyond that, the forest stretched endlessly.
Unbothered.
Unaware.
I sat near the peak of the roof with my elbows resting loosely on my knees, staring out toward the tree line.
“You climb like you’ve done that before,” Kael said.
I shrugged. “Trees are harder.”
A quiet breath
