Dorian's POV
The morning after the guardians' visitation, I woke to find Elara already standing at the window, her silver pendant catching the first rays of dawn. The silver thread that had been weaving itself through the pack pulsed gently in my chest, a constant reminder of the unity we had forged.
"You're up early," I said, my voice rough with sleep.
"I couldn't sleep." She didn't turn. "The thread. It's stronger today. I can feel it pulling."
I rose and walked to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. "Pulling where?"
She leaned into me. "Together. It's pulling us together. All of us. The pack, the guardians, the legacy." She turned in my embrace. "I think it's preparing us."
"For what?"
"For the end." Her gold eyes were steady. "The prophecy Gretchen found. The thread will be
