(Dominic’s POV) The forest surrounding Ravenwood was the kind that whispered secrets to those who listened closely enough. I’d spent the past three nights doing just that — tracking movements, memorizing shifts in patrol, listening to the rhythm of a pack that thought itself untouchable. Ravenwood’s strength wasn’t in its numbers anymore. It was in illusion — order maintained by fear, by the image of power Caleb Hunter still wore like a crown. I’d seen it before: Alphas who mistook loyalty for control. Sooner or later, both fractured. Logan crouched beside me, scribbling a rough map on the dirt with the tip of his blade. “Patrols rotate every three hours,” he said quietly. “Same routes, same faces. They’ve grown lazy.” “Arrogance makes wolves careless,” I murmured, my gaze fixed on the

