The training ground was unusually quiet today. The wolves moved through their drills with mechanical precision, but I could sense their unease. The air was thick with tension, a palpable weight pressing down on everyone. It wasn’t just the recent rogue wolf incursions that had everyone on edge—there was something deeper at play. Marcus had been whispering in the shadows, stirring doubts, and I could feel the divide growing.
But that wasn’t the only thing making me feel off-balance.
Carter.
His name lingered in my mind, unshakable. I found myself thinking about him at the most inconvenient moments, like now, when I was supposed to be focused on the training of my pack. Every time I saw him, every time his scent reached my heightened senses, it ignited something deep inside me. The mate b
