Lena
The air was electric — not just from the danger but from something primal deep in my bones.
The howl still hung in the air, vibrating through the walls of the pack house. It was a sound that didn’t just warn — it promised.
Outside the window, shadows moved against the treeline, huge, fast, disciplined. They weren’t hunting. They were advancing.
And at the front of them, like a living blade, came Kael. His black fur rippled as he moved, streaks of crimson catching the moonlight like fresh blood. Even from here, I could feel him — that strange pull in my chest, the hum in the mark at my neck.
Dominic’s grip tightened around my arm.
“You don’t leave my sight,” he said again, his voice hard, almost feral.
The command sparked something hot and stubborn in me, but before I could answ
