The morning light filtered through the windows, illuminating the living room, and I was just beginning to gather myself after the strange discovery of the glowing circle. The wolves were lounging, a few of them still half-asleep, except for the smallest one—the one who had caused all the noise earlier. He seemed unusually alert, his ears perked, and his gaze fixed on something across the room.
I followed his gaze and noticed he was staring at the hallway that led to the kitchen. His ears twitched, and his eyes were narrowed in concentration, as if he were listening intently to something I couldn’t hear. I frowned, tilting my head. “What is it?” I asked, taking a step closer.
The wolf didn’t respond—he just kept staring, his body tense. Then, without any warning, he sprang to his feet and
