Dane’s Pov
We hit Blackwood territory right as the sun started creeping over the trees.
I’d been running the whole damn night in wolf form, two straight days of hunting and I still wasn’t even winded. The pack stayed with me, every warrior bone-tired but refusing to slow down. We all knew what today was.
Full moon.
The day Viktor tries to kill my mate.
The day I either bring her home or die trying.
The second we crossed the border, I felt it slam through the pack bonds pure anxiety, sharp and electric. Something was seriously off.
I shifted back mid-stride, didn’t bother grabbing clothes, just stormed toward the pack house naked and pissed. George shifted beside me, face hard.
“You feel that?” he asked.
“Yeah. Something’s wrong. Really wrong.”
Henry was waiting at the front door,
