-THEIA-
Hyp’s expression was tight, his gaze darting away from mine as he paused, clearly mind-linking someone. A wave of unease rippled through me. The air between us seemed to thrum with tension. Whatever he had just learned, it couldn’t be good.
"What’s happening?" I demanded the instant he cut the mind-link.
He looked up, shadows darkening his sharp features. "The Golden Moon pack has crossed into our borders," he said, his voice clipped.
A chill washed over me as my pulse faltered. "My father’s pack?" I whispered, my breath catching. "What could they possibly want?"
For years, I had clung to a fragile hope that they had survived Hyp’s attack all those years ago—my family, my friends, everyone. But those dreams had always felt like smoke, slipping through my grasp. Hyp’s ambush h
