Auren POV
The unease in the pack was palpable the moment Lorien stepped onto our land. She didn’t need to speak a word for everyone to know what she was. Her hair fiery red like a burning banner gave her away long before anyone got close enough to scent or sense her.
We hadn’t had a Fae within our borders for decades not since the night the curse was cast. Since then, an unspoken rule had existed between us: their kind stayed on their land, and we stayed on ours. A wide, empty stretch of no man’s land divided our worlds. Anyone who dared cross it was as good as dead. Fae and wolf alike.
Their sentries didn’t hesitate to cut down anyone foolish enough to approach, and we did the same. It was a fragile, bloodstained truce. And every time news reached me of another one of my people fallin
