The tremor comes again.
It rolls through the earth like a warning drawn from the bones of the world. Every rogue around me stiffens. Adam reacts before any of them. His head snaps toward the east, his entire body locked in attention. The air thickens with the sound of distant howls, sharp and unbroken. They do not sound like battle calls. They sound like wolves in unbearable agony.
Adam rises slowly from the ground where he crouched near me. His expression darkens, hardening into something grim. He listens for several seconds, jaw clenched, nostrils flaring.
“It is a border pack,” he finally says. “Several miles east. Something is wrong. Very wrong.”
His voice shakes with recognition. Whatever he senses, it is bad enough to frighten an Alpha.
I pull myself upward. My legs wobble, my s
