Thorne's Perspective
The drive back to Moonveil was tense, Iris's revelations weighing heavily on us. I kept glancing at Calla in the rearview mirror as she touched the crystal pendant, which had been glowing softly but was now shifting toward deep red. Orion paced restlessly in my mind.
"Strangers," Orion warned. "Many of them. Pack territory has been invaded."
One of the warriors, Gareth, in the other car caught my eye in the side mirror. I tapped my temple twice—our signal for threats detected. His expression sharpened as he reached for his radio.
"What is it?" Maya asked, sensing the tension.
"Calla's pendant is reacting, and my wolf is detecting hostile scents," I said, pressing harder on the accelerator.
Calla held up the crystal, now pulsing with urgent red light. "Aunt Iris s
