Atlas POV
The morning had barely broken when I was already on my feet, moving through the corridors of the pack house with sharp intent. My head wasn’t exactly clear—I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before—but the tension in my chest told me it was better I checked the security perimeters myself instead of sending one of the warriors. My instincts rarely lied, and when they whispered that something was off, it was best not to ignore them.
By the time I reached the outer fields, the sun was peeking over the horizon, painting the sky with a soft orange glow. The dew on the grass soaked through the edges of my boots as I stalked toward the far end of the training grounds where the border security checks were usually run. The guards at the western flank stiffened the moment they saw me a
