Zander’s POV
The thick forest air smells of damp earth as I move swiftly through the trees, my senses on high alert. Something’s wrong. I can feel it. There’s been a shift in the wind and an undercurrent of danger. As Beta, it’s my job to keep the pack safe, and right now, something feels off.
I’ve been following strange tracks, remnants of footsteps I shouldn’t have found. Not so much the physical marks on the ground, but the vibe something that doesn’t belong. The rogue wolves have been getting bolder, their attacks more frequent. We’re stronger as a pack than they’ll ever be, but this isn’t a battle of strength anymore. This is a battle of wits. And they’re getting smarter.
I pull out my phone, dialing Xavier’s number with quick, practiced fingers. He picks up immediately. What have
