TREVOR’S POV
Ghost has never acted like this before.
I’ve known this wolf since he was just a pup. He was loyal, fearless and sharp. But now? Now he’s…different.
He growls at nothing. He makes just low, guttural noises that make the hairs on the back of my neck rise. His ears twitch toward corners of the room where no sound exists. His body trembles like he’s caught a scent of something foul, something wrong but I smell nothing.
At night, he scratches at Brianna’s door. Not scratching to get in. No. He doesn’t want to go in anymore. He just stays there, dragging his claws softly against the wood. Back and forth. Back and forth. Like he’s trying to warn her… or maybe guard her. But from what?
Brianna opened the door once. She knelt down, whispered his name, reached out. Ghost just star
