Chapter 39:
THE CALL OF BLOOD
The woodland had grown quieter in the days following the destruction of the sigils. Too quiet. It became the type of silence that warned of a storm brewing simply past the horizon. Though we had efficiently dismantled numerous sigils, the Shadowborn’s retaliatory howl still echoed in my mind. They knew what we’d achieved, and I ought to feel their rage simmering inside the air.
The pack Became one aspect, their movements sharper, their conversations hushed. Even the kids, generally carefree, played towards their mother and father, sensing the tension that gripped us all. I spent hours with Ethan and Gabriel, mapping out new patrol routes and making ready for the inevitable attack. The Shadowborn weren’t completed with us; they were regrouping, planning
