The telepathic mindlink hummed softly through the ranks of the allied packs, a quiet, invisible pulse threading through the territories like a lifeline. Scouts along every ridge and pass had reported nothing for nearly a full week. No rogue activity. No shadows creeping at the edges.
Bane sat on the balcony of Bloodstone’s watchtower, ears alert but tail curling lazily behind him. He exhaled slowly, scanning the forest bathed in early morning light.
“Too quiet,” he muttered, flicking a glance at Lizzy, who sat beside him. She rested one hand on her swollen belly, the other intertwined with his. Even now, with her fraternal twins moving inside her, she radiated calm strength.
Lizzy smiled faintly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. “Maybe the rogues are regrouping. Or maybe they’re
