The moon hung low over the city, its pale glow slicing through the darkness like a silver blade. Elena stood by the balcony of her room, her eyes scanning the horizon. The night was eerily quiet, too quiet.
Her heart pounded. She knew something was coming.
The bond between her and Adrian had grown restless all day. It was like a pull inside her chest, warning her, screaming that danger was near. She had tried to ignore it, to drown it in silence, but the feeling only grew heavier as night deepened.
Then she heard it.
A wolf’s howl. Long, haunting, and far too close.
Elena froze, her hands gripping the railing. Another howl followed, then another, surrounding the mansion from every side.
Before she could scream, the door burst open. Adrian stormed in, shirt half-unbuttoned, eyes glowi
