** Paige’s POV **
“What the hell was that sound?” Poppy repeats, skidding to a stop beside the edge of the field, her eyes scanning the trees like she expects something to step out and wave.
Around us, the pack murmurs in confusion. Enforcers shift uneasily. A few of the Twiceborn bare their teeth, low growls rolling through their chests, but there’s no direction to it. No target.
“It was like a screechy whistle, like a bird was being killed, a really big bird, or a…” she trails off, scanning the sky, and I know exactly what she’s looking for, and it’s certainly not a bird.
Ryder turns slowly in a circle, searching for something. “I didn’t hear anything.”
“Neither did I,” Parker says, brow furrowed. “No sound. No pressure shift. Just… whatever that was with Paige.”
Remy’s jaw tighte
