Alpha Bladen's POV
Night always came with teeth.
It settled over Bloodmoon like a living thing—quiet, watchful and patient. The pack slept beneath it, fires dimming one by one across houses.
But silence has never been peaceful for me.
I stood by the window of my chambers, staring into the darkness beyond the glass. The forest stretched far into the night, black and endless, the trees shifting with every passing wind like shadows learning how to breathe.
Cold air slipped through the slightly opened windows.
There was a time I found comfort in nights like these.
Before the course.
Before every closed eye became an invitation for ghosts.
I rested one hand against the wooden frame and exhaled slowly. The reports from last weeks sat heavy in my mind.
Everything was just happening too
