There was anarchy along the northern border.
By the time we arrived, the mist had twisted into unnatural shapes and thickened into an oppressive shroud. Too swift and too quiet to be wolves, shadows darted through the fog. Unease gripped them like a second skin, but the pack had already positioned itself defensively, growling low in their throats.
I also sensed it. Tonight, the forest was more than just alive; it was breathing, drawing me in with each breath and calling my name with each exhale. Moonborn. The word sent a chill down my back.
Thorn's firm, grounding hand pressed against the small of my back. His voice vibrated with Alpha command as he growled, "Stay behind me."
However, the internal pull was more powerful than compliance. The shadows slithered eagerly at the edges of my
