The dawn broke cold and pale over the northern ridge of Bloodstone territory. Crystal’s senses were already alert, the faint thrill of Bree’s presence pulsing within her as the patrol advanced along the forest edge. Dustin flanked her, his own awareness stretching, muscles coiled as if his wolf form was leaning just beneath his human skin. Bane and Lizzy moved with practiced ease behind them, scouts from allied packs flitting silently through the trees.
“Too quiet,” Dustin muttered. His hand hovered near the bow at his back. “Rogue activity should have been more noticeable by now.”
Crystal’s instincts agreed. They’re waiting, testing us. Bree’s power thrummed faintly beneath her skin, a subtle pressure that made her pulse quicken.
Bane’s eyes narrowed. Movement. Two o’clock. His whisper
