Asher POV
My office in the pack house is quiet when I step inside, but it isn’t empty. It never is when something’s wrong.
The air carries that subtle, unmistakable tension. The kind that settles into the walls before a single word is spoken. It’s heavy with awareness, and sharpened by instinct. It lingers in the way Rowan stands near the far side of the room, arms crossed over his chest. His posture is deceptively relaxed but his focus is the opposite.
Liam is closer to the desk, shoulders set and jaw tight. Two of our head warriors occupy the space near the door, their presence steady and grounding as they wait.
No one speaks right away. They don’t need to. They’ve all felt it, every wolf in Fall Creek has. But unlike the others, the ones standing in this room understand what that fe
