BREACH OF SHADOWS
The forest had grown quiet, deceptively so. Wolves moved in carefully measured patterns, their paws silent over the leaf-strewn floor, eyes bright with alertness, ears twitching at the faintest snap of twig or whisper of wind. The bond between Alpha, mate, and pack pulsed with a steady rhythm, anchoring essence, reinforcing the fragment, stabilizing every wolf’s energy.
But Lykos felt it—a subtle distortion, a tremor in the weave of essence that had never been there before. It was faint at first, almost imperceptible, but his instincts honed by centuries of hunting and leadership flared instantly. Every hair on his neck rose. Every sinew tensed.
“Do you feel that?” he murmured, silver eyes scanning the edge of the forest. His aura flared faintly, sending ripples of ene
