Jessica Lewis
The moment Tristan disappeared into the night, the air in my room felt heavier—charged with the lingering energy of what had almost happened between us and the tension of something more sinister beyond the walls.
The howl had been deep, guttural, and filled with something primal. Something wrong.
I swallowed hard, my fingers curling into fists as my mind screamed at me to stay put. But every instinct in my body told me otherwise.
I moved to the window, pushing back the curtain just enough to see outside. The village was alive with movement—wolves shifting, warriors arming themselves, and the flicker of torches illuminating tense faces.
Something was out there.
I couldn’t just sit here and wait.
Slipping on my boots, I grabbed a jacket and cracked open the door. The ha
