Aarhea’s Point of View (continued)
The howls outside did not sound like the usual chorus of wolves celebrating the moon or marking their dominance. These cries were urgent, raw, and trembling with panic. My heart pounded as I stepped fully out onto the balcony, the cold night air biting against my skin. The courtyard below was swarming with warriors in their wolf forms, their silver coats glinting beneath the moonlight.
Something wasn’t right. The air was thick with unease. I could almost taste the fear lingering in the wind.
I turned quickly, grabbed my cloak, and stormed out of my room. Two guards flanked my door immediately.
“Alpha Aarhea, stay inside. There’s chaos outside,” one of them warned, his golden eyes gleaming nervously.
“Chaos?” I repeated, my voice sharp. “I am your Alp
