Chapter 13: Threads of Fate
Thorne’s POV
I couldn’t sleep.
I’d run for hours—acres of forest left in my wake, paws pounding the earth, wind slicing across my fur—but the gnawing sensation in my chest never dulled. If anything, it had sharpened.
The wind howled through the dense pines as I raced beneath the moonlight, shadows stretching long around me. My wolf, Caelen, wasn’t growling or snarling. He was silent—tense, alert. His eyes burned with a primal fire that had lain dormant for far too long.
We were restless. Both of us.
When the towering outline of the Stormbane packhouse broke through the treeline, I shifted mid-stride. Bone snapped, fur receded, and I hit the stone path barefoot—skin slick with sweat, muscles tight from the run.
The scent of steel, sweat, and worn leather f
