***JADE***
I could feel it in my bones that something wasn’t right about Blake’s claim — that he was in possession of the Dagger of Myra. My wolf stirred under my skin as he spoke. Every word felt too smooth, too rehearsed. My eyes stayed narrowed on him throughout the entire meeting, waiting for the slightest c***k in his voice or his story. But there was none. Either he was a great liar, or he truly did have the dagger. For now, I would wait and watch — that’s what a wise wolf would do.
The journey back to my pack was long. The wind from the north brushed against my cheeks, sharp but refreshing. The forest stretched wide and silent around us. Birds returning back to their nests, their wings cutting through the fading light. Crickets had started to chirp from the tall grass. The day was
