Rhydan’s POV
The scream cut through the house like a blade.
By the time I reached the stairs, Kaelor was already ahead of me.
Draven moved fast but quieter.
Always quiet.
Always thinking.
The Alpha house felt wrong tonight.
Too tense.
The guards downstairs were shifting nervously, hands already on weapons.
One of the servants stood frozen near the bottom of the staircase, pale and shaking.
“What happened?” Kaelor demanded.
“She—she saw something outside,” the woman stammered. “Near the east windows.”
Rhydan scanned the room instantly.
Nothing broken.
Nothing inside.
But the air felt heavy.
Charged.
Like a storm pressing against the walls.
Draven stopped near the front entrance.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“They’re close.”
I looked at him.
“You can feel them?”
“I can
