The vision lingered long after Lyla had opened her eyes, its darkness clinging to her like the remnants of a nightmare. The shadowy figure standing beside Kane was unlike anything she had ever felt before malevolent, ancient, and entirely unnatural. The forest, which usually thrummed with life and energy, now seemed weighed down, its branches drooping and its whispers muted.
As she sat alone in the clearing, the silver wolf’s absence felt heavier than ever. Whatever Kane had discovered, it was something even the forest feared.
The next morning, Lyla returned to the pack’s camp. The atmosphere was tense, the wolves on edge after the rogue warned the previous night. Dani was tending to a young wolf’s wounds while Mason sharpened his blade with slow, deliberate strokes. Even the younger wol
