The forest had grown unusually quiet, the usual chorus of rustling leaves replaced by an eerie hush. Meghan moved through the trees, her senses heightened, the silver fur along her arms and back flickering in the moonlight. She was both herself and Wynter at once — human and wolf, mind and instinct perfectly fused. Every movement carried the grace of the wolf and the precision of her human form.
Brett followed closely, flames flickering along his arms, his eyes never leaving her. “Something’s off,” he murmured. “I can feel it in the air.”
Meghan’s eyes scanned the shadows, ears twitching to catch every sound. “I feel it too,” she said, her voice low, a growl beneath the words. Her wolf instincts coiled inside her, ready to strike. “It’s not Karl… but it’s danger.”
Tom and Lila appeared
