(Reina’s POV)
The night air was thick with tension. Every wolf in the kingdom could feel the shift, the looming storm of war. It was no longer a question of if the Forgotten Ones would attack only when.
Kyle stood beside me at the top of the Moonstone Palace tower, his golden eyes scanning the darkened horizon. His body was rigid with unspoken fury, his muscles tense beneath his black tunic. I could feel his wolf, restless and raging beneath the surface, itching for a fight.
"They’re watching us." His voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried the weight of a command.
I nodded.
I could feel it too.
A presence is ancient and malevolent pressing against the edges of our world, whispering to the night itself. The Forgotten Ones were here, lurking in the darkness, waiting for their
