The night was still, the kind of quiet that usually brought me peace, but tonight, it felt different. Restless. I leaned back in my chair, the faint glow of the campfire dancing in the distance, but my thoughts were far from the safety of the packhouse. Maeve was out there, dealing with the rising tension between the rogues and the pack, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to happen. Something big.
It wasn’t like me to be so anxious. After all, I wasn’t exactly in the middle of the action. My role as the pack’s medic kept me on the sidelines most of the time, patching up wounds after the battles were done. But lately, that hadn’t been enough. I felt the pull to do more, to be more, and it was getting harder to ignore.
Maeve’s presence lingered in my thoughts, an eve
