The night was restless.
Ravenspire seemed to breathe beneath the Moonmarked, the tether pulsing in soft silver and stardust threads, resonating through every wolf, every heartbeat.
Rovan paced the ridge, senses alert. Since the first human alliance, the forest had been alive in new ways. Wolves stirred in anticipation. Birds sang cautiously. Even the wind carried a subtle hum, a vibration that was not natural.
Aric stood beside him, starfire faint beneath his fur. “The humans are ready,” he said, voice tense. “They want to see the tether in action beyond observation.”
Rovan’s jaw tightened. “They will follow instructions. Carefully.”
Kaerin stepped forward, eyes scanning the southern horizon. “Something else is moving. The air feels… wrong.”
Rovan’s instincts flared. This was not hum
