Darius – POV
I shouldn’t have gone back.
The thought nags at me even as my boots carry me down the familiar path the one that curves toward Elara’s home, toward the quiet edge of the Dimlight Pack where things are meant to stay small, obedient, unnoticed.
But nothing feels small tonight.
The air hums.
The moonlight feels heavier than it should.
Like something ancient has brushed too close to the earth and hasn’t fully lifted away.
My friend slows beside me, his steps cautious. “Darius… whatever just happened”
“I know what happened,” I snap.
Or at least, I think I do.
Then the trees thin, and I see them.
Kael of the Moon Pack stands like a living monument, his presence bending the space around him. His wolf is close too close. I can feel it even from here, a pressure that makes m
