The air in the packhouse felt heavier than usual, the aftermath of the negotiations with the weretigers settling into the pack like a fine mist. Despite the tentative progress we had made, the alliance felt precarious, a fragile thread stretched taut between trust and tension.
Morrigan hummed with restless energy, her presence like a coiled spring in the back of my mind.
"They're watching us," she growled, her tone edged with distrust. "Waiting for the first sign of weakness."
"They're not the only ones," I replied silently, my gaze drifting to the windows overlooking the forest. The pack was tense, and the unease had only deepened after the encounter with the rogues. Marcus had done his best to steady the warriors, but the whispers of doubt and concern lingered, a shadow I couldn’t see
