The following morning the packhouse felt strange as usual. The sunlight filtered through the windows, but it couldn’t reach the heavy energy hanging in the air. Something was coming, and everyone knew it.
I stood at the edge of the training yard, stretching my arms. Asher was beside me, his hand brushing mine every so often, grounding me. Even with everything that was happening, his presence reminded me that I wasn’t alone.
“I can feel it.” I said quietly. “Something’s building. It’s… different from before.”
Asher’s eyes scanned the yard, sharp and alert. “The bloodline is stirring. I’ve felt it too. But it’s stronger this time. More urgent. Something wants out.”
I shivered, feeling a pulse of energy through the bond. “We’ve trained so much, but I’m not sure we’re ready for whatever’s
