Kael's POV
The border between pack land and Lord Druk's territory wasn't marked by any fence or stone. It was something you felt in your bones.
The forest changed here. Trees grew denser, their branches twisted at unnatural angles. The ground beneath my boots felt harder, less alive. Even the wind seemed to avoid this place.
I crouched low, running my fingers across the cold earth. My men spread out behind me slowly and cautiously, watching my every move. They knew better than to speak right now.
"Chief?" Marcus stepped forward carefully, his voice low. "Is it?"
"It's her." I stood, brushing the dirt from my hands. My wolf surged beneath my skin, demanding I move faster, push harder. I forced it back down, though the effort left my jaw aching. "They came through here. Two days ago, ma
