The storm had quieted into a thick, breathless hush by the time Rowan stiffened. One second he was watching Holly pace near the cabin window, her fingers nervously tracing the frost along the glass. The next, his spine went rigid, pupils narrowing into something feral and focused.
Holly felt the shift before she understood it. A ripple of tension swept through the small cabin, sharp and cold as a blade. Her chest tightened—her wolf flickering weakly inside her, like a candle trying desperately to stay lit.
Danger, the faintest whisper pulsed through her mind. Not a word—just an instinctive tremor.
Rowan’s voice was low. Commanding.
“Dustin. Serena. They’re moving in from the tree line.”
Dustin was already turning toward the door, shoulders squared. Serena’s amber eyes narrowed, calcul
