The howl carried through the trees like a blade of sound, slicing through the still night. It was low, endless, full of something older than hunger, older than rage. It wasn’t just calling—it was summoning.
Every hair on my arms rose. My wolf went still inside me, listening. Waiting.
Asher’s head snapped toward the woods, his jaw tight. He moved in front of me instinctively, arm stretched out, like he could shield me from whatever was out there.
Dennis’s expression darkened. He didn’t even look at me; his eyes stayed fixed on the black treeline beyond the cabin. “We need to move. Now.” he said, calm but dangerous.
I blinked at him. “Move? Move where? What is that?”
“It’s not supposed to be here.” Gage murmured, his voice shaky. He kept glancing between me and the trees, as if deciding
