SYLVESTER
The wind was colder in Shadowcrest.
Even with the sun above us, the air felt heavy. My wolf was on edge, restless beneath my skin. Every step closer to their border made my blood boil.
Mira stood beside me in a tight black cloak, her arms folded. Her eyes scanned the tall gates that blocked our path into the heart of Shadowcrest territory. Eric stood behind us, silent, tense, his stance alert. We had come with two warriors, both waiting just out of sight, in case things went wrong.
I wasn’t here for war. Not yet. But I wasn’t here for peace either. I was here for her.
The guards at the border watched us, unmoving. They hadn’t said a word since we arrived. I could smell their distrust, their silent judgment. They didn’t even bother hiding it.
I stepped forward, my voice shar
