The night settled over Moonflare like a velvet cloak, stars twinkling faintly above the packhouse and surrounding forest. The air was crisp, carrying with it the scents of pine, earth, and distant predators. Wolves padded silently among the buildings, their senses alert, muscles coiled with readiness. Even the guardians, normally calm, moved with a focused energy, their golden eyes reflecting the moonlight like living lanterns.
Taryn and Justin were at my side, reviewing the patrol routes and perimeter defenses. Their faces were serious, but calm, practiced. Warriors trained for situations like this, yet not one of them underestimated the danger.
Asher stood behind me, hands resting lightly on my shoulders, his presence grounding. I could feel the pull of our Moonbound bond, a low hum of
