I was helping Trinity with her reading when the warning howl came—three short bursts followed by a long note that made every wolf in Crescent Moon freeze. Perimeter alert, visitors approaching. Not an emergency, but not routine either.
Trinity's small hands clutched my arm, her eyes wide with alarm. Bad wolves? she signed quickly.
I didn't know, but the tightness spreading through my chest suggested nothing good was coming. I forced a reassuring smile anyway. Probably just boring pack business, I signed. Let's finish the story later?
She nodded reluctantly, closing her book as Gabriel's voice carried from outside, calling all pack members to the central clearing. A formal reception then—whoever was visiting rated official protocol.
As we crossed the grounds, I caught sight of Kieran an
