The aftermath of the attack left a heavy weight on the pack. Warriors trained harder, patrols doubled, and tensions simmered just beneath the surface, coiling like a spring ready to snap. Kane and I spent the next day meeting with the council, planning, organizing, trying to make sense of what Syren's return meant for us. But it wasn’t just the threat outside our borders that worried me. There was another danger, one festering within Bloodmoon itself.
Doubt.
It had been a whisper before, an undercurrent of uncertainty in the way some wolves looked at Noah. But now, after Syren’s attack, those whispers had turned into something sharper, more dangerous.
I heard it when I walked through the village, saw it in the glances exchanged between warriors when Noah passed them. He wasn’t the only
