Lorenzo
The yard trembled with sound.
Not just noise—something primal. A vibration that rolled through the earth and into the bones of every wolf present. Gasps, murmurs, sharp intakes of breath—like a single pulse that rippled through the circle, a living current of shock and hunger. Then silence. Heavy. Electric. The kind that comes before a storm breaks.
And then the whispers rose.
She said it.
She trusted him.
The words leapt from mouth to mouth like wildfire through dry grass, impossible to contain. They weren’t just repeated—they were devoured, reshaped, flung into the air with awe and disbelief. The pack fed on them, eyes gleaming, bodies tense, the energy of the moment crackling like lightning across their skin.
And I stood at the center of it all.
Every sense sharpened. Ev
