"Tell me more about the earthquake," I said, leaning slightly closer. "Not just the damage, but your experience of it. Were you in Blood Moon territory when it happened?"
Emma nodded, her expression sobering. "I was on patrol near our southern border with two younger pack members. Training run." Her eyes grew distant, remembering. "It started as a low rumble, like thunder but coming from below rather than above. The ground... shifted. Not violent at first, just... wrong. The trees swayed without wind."
As she spoke, I could almost see it through her eyes—the forest floor moving in ways it never should, the disorientation of having solid ground become suddenly treacherous.
"The younger wolves panicked a bit," she continued. "We'd had tremors before, but nothing like this. I ordered them
