Moonstone Pack's edge wood had been shrouded in a dense fog, gray and thick as if the world held its breath. Tensions were no less thick in Alpha Damien's manor house. Peace on the surface, whispers of a storm brewing seethed beneath. Damien leaned against the window in his den, arms folded across his chest, staring out toward the horizon.
"They're quiet," he growled.
Nadia, all snuggled up on the couch in front of the fire, lifted her head. "Too quiet?"
He turned, his head bobbing up and down. "Yes. Viktor hasn't moved in days. That's not good activity."
Fists clenched tight around the edge of her blanket. Her nights had been terrible nights—lily weeping, Ava restlessly shifting in the dark, fire in the woods. She had not mentioned anything to Damien.
He did not comment before she co
