ELLIE‘S POV
The forest was silent again.
Too silent.
Even the wind dared not rustle the leaves. Shadows hung heavy over the northern edge of Crimson Fang territory, blanketing the mossy ground in a tension thick enough to choke on.
Sorin crouched between the trees, his eyes fixed on the healer’s hut, that familiar glint of cruelty burning low behind them. Maela’s silhouette passed once, then vanished behind thick curtains.
He waited.
Waited for the right moment.
His claws flexed into the dirt as he whispered something under his breath in a tongue long forgotten by most. The air around him chilled. Even the creatures of the forest slunk away.
One breath after another, then a surge of motion…
He darted forward like a shadow loosed from the void, but he didn’t get far.
The wards bla
