Tiara's POV
The morning air was cool, but I felt no relief from it. My mind was still stuck on last night.
The man had returned. He had stood there, silent, watching me, before vanishing again.
I didn’t know what to think.
"He wants something," Mia murmured in my head. "That’s why he keeps coming back."
I wasn’t sure what it was. But I felt it too.
Still, no one else had seen him. No one else seemed to know anything about these outsiders lurking around the pack’s borders.
If I spoke up again, would I be ignored?
Or worse—punished?
I had no answers.
But that morning, I didn’t have time to dwell on it.
I had work to do.
A Familiar Presence
The pack fields were already busy when I got there. Warriors trained on one side, their movements sharp and disciplined. Workers carried supp
