The Silverclaw Pack’s northern border hummed with tension.
Ashyra stood at the ridge overlooking the perimeter as the sun dipped behind the jagged peaks, painting the forest below in hues of gold and crimson. Sentinel wolves patrolled the trees, and fresh scent markers dotted the wind. Every muscle in her body was tight with anticipation.
“I don’t like this quiet,” she murmured, more to herself than anyone else.
“No one does,” came Kade’s voice as he joined her. Her Second stood tall beside her, eyes narrowed at the horizon. “The rogues haven’t moved in over two days. It’s not like them.”
“It’s not like them because they’re waiting for something,” Ashyra said, crossing her arms. “They always hit fast and vanish. This stillness—it’s strategy. Someone’s guiding them.”
Kade nodded grimly
