Moonshadow Academy had never been so silent.
The usual hum of shifting wolves, the chatter of students, even the faint creak of the stone halls—all of it vanished. The academy seemed to hold its breath.
Charlotte stood at the edge of the northern wall, the glow of her mark faint beneath her skin. Her hands trembled slightly—not from fear, but from anticipation.
“They’re coming,” Jenna whispered, gripping Charlotte’s arm.
Charlotte nodded, her jaw tight. She had felt the pull all day. The forest beyond the wall wasn’t just watching anymore—it was moving. Every heartbeat, every gust of wind carried the sense that something immense was about to strike.
Ethan shifted beside her into full wolf form, golden fur bristling, claws scraping the stone. His gaze swept the forest with sharp precis
