If silence had a sound, it would be this.
The pack lands used to hum. Wolves training at dawn, pups chasing each other in the streets, someone always laughing, arguing or just plain living. Now? The air just hung still. Even the birds had stopped singing, like they knew better than to stick around under Nathan’s rule.
Everywhere I looked, his wolves patrolled in tidy pairs. Silver-armed uniforms, expressionless faces, eyes flicking toward every doorway. Like clockwork soldiers waiting for an order.
I pulled the curtain back a little farther, peeking out at the empty street. “Welcome to scenic Ghost Town.” I muttered. “Population. Terrified.”
Behind me, my mother hadn’t moved. Same spot. Same blank stare. She was propped up against the pillows, breathing, blinking, existing. But that w
