Scarlet
The world had gone quiet.
Too quiet.
It had been days since the last attack, weeks since the rogues were seen near our borders, and still—nothing. No bloodshed. No threats. No movements in the shadows.
Elijah was gone.
Or worse—he was waiting.
Days turned into weeks and weeks into months.
The tension in Spring Hollows was suffocating. No one said it out loud, but I could see it in their faces, hear it in the way their voices dropped into hushed murmurs when they thought no one was listening. The silence was more terrifying than the war we had been preparing for.
Because it wasn’t just us.
The other packs—the ones that had been at the mercy of Elijah’s forces—had gone silent, too. No reports of attacks, no requests for reinforcements. It was like the battle that had loomed
