Chapter Forty-Seven
Night settled over the valley slowly, like a dark cloak being drawn across the sky.
The pack should have been resting.
But no one truly slept.
Lyra could feel it through the bond.
A low, restless hum.
Not panic.
Not fear.
Instinct.
The wolves were uneasy.
And instincts rarely lied.
She stood on the ridge overlooking the forest, the cool wind brushing through her hair. The valley stretched beneath her — dark treetops, silver mist, and the faint glow of watchfires where patrol wolves guarded the perimeter.
Something was out there.
Watching.
Waiting.
Testing.
She could feel it.
Not through sight.
Through the bond.
Like the faintest ripple touching the edge of her mind.
Behind her, Cain approached.
She didn’t need to turn to know it was him. His presenc
