The aftermath of the challenge hung in the air like the fading scent of blood. Though Eric had secured his place as Alpha, the pack’s celebration carried a certain tension, a false sense of security. A storm was brewing—Lily could feel it, even if the others couldn’t.
Standing on the edges of the lively bonfire, Lily watched the pack members dance, laugh, and drink, their voices rising in joyous harmony. They reveled in the victory as if Eric’s triumph over Jaxon had erased the pack’s troubles, but Lily knew better. The rogue attacks had been increasing, their movements far too coordinated to be random. Jaxon’s challenge had come at a suspiciously perfect time.
Something darker was at play.
Lily’s mind churned, and the unease settled deeper into her bones. She felt out of place, like a
