Ella's POV
The morning air was thick with something I couldn't quite name—tension, maybe. Or anticipation. A storm of something bigger than fear. The sun hadn't even crested the eastern ridge when the horns echoed through the territory, summoning every able-bodied wolf to the main grounds.
I stood outside the Pack House, arms crossed over my chest, watching as people streamed toward the center. Warriors, hunters, omegas... even the elderly lingered at the edges. The energy buzzed under my skin, uneasy and sharp.
A low growl rumbled behind me. I didn't need to turn to know it was Remo. His presence was unmistakable—dark, commanding, and cold as ever.
"They're waiting for you," I murmured, glancing over my shoulder. His eyes were like frost over steel, and I hated how easily they pulled
