The hall didn't empty as neatly as Thorn had instructed. The edges of the wolves' murmurs, which were too low for human ears, were picked up by my power as they lingered in the shadows. A traitor. Curse. Doom.
Something inside of me remained motionless, waiting, even though I should have left with Thorn.
I sensed it at that moment.
This time it's not Korrin's pull. Something more pointed. In a different sense, wrong. The base of my spine tingled, as if someone were staring at me too closely. As I turned, I saw one of the younger wolves sneaking through a side door, his steps deliberate and swift.
"Kalen," I muttered. "Someone is leaving."
Thorn tensed, following my gaze. His jaw flexed once before he moved, fast and silent. The hall doors slammed under his hand, the echo ringing like
