The air vibrated with the echo of Maya’s howl, a sound that carried not just her voice but the weight of countless others—wolves long gone, their spirits woven into the cry. She stood in her wolf form, midnight fur gleaming under the moon, silver eyes cutting through the dark. Kade’s wolf, a massive shadow with the same pale gaze, stood beside her, his presence steady but electric. The village behind them stirred, lanterns flickering to life as the scentless wolves emerged, drawn to the sound.
Maya shifted back, her human form trembling not from fear but from the raw power still coursing through her. Her breath came in sharp bursts, her hands flexing as if trying to hold onto the sensation. Kade shifted too, his eyes never leaving her.
“You felt them,” he said, not a question.
She nodde
