No one moved.
Rain continued to fall, hissing softly as it struck the fires scattered throughout Beaumont, but even the storm couldn't drown the silence settling over the square.
Hundreds of eyes remained fixed on the strangers beyond the northern gate.
Silver eyes.
Every one of them.
None carried weapons.
None growled.
None crossed into the village.
They simply waited.
Somehow, waiting felt worse.
The Alpha stepped farther in front of me, his broad shoulders blocking part of my view.
"Archers."
His voice carried across the square without rising.
"Hold your aim."
No arrows were loosed.
The warriors obeyed, but confusion rippled through their ranks.
If they weren't attacking...
Why were they here?
My wolf stirred beneath my ribs.
Not with fear.
With longing.
The feeling
