Shadows in the Pack
The forest was alive with an uneasy silence. The kind of silence that pressed against your chest, heavy and expectant. Ridge moved through the undergrowth with a predator’s caution, every muscle coiled, every sense alert. Aria’s hand was tight around his, but even her steady pulse couldn’t mask the growing tension in the air. Something was coming. Something that had been waiting.
The silver mist that lingered from the Moon Well’s energy weeks ago still haunted the forest, curling between the trees like spectral fingers. Ridge knew that whatever had stirred in the depths of the Well was no longer contained. He could feel it—a presence that didn’t belong in the physical world, yet was stronger than anything he had faced before.
“Ridge,” Aria whispered, her voice trembl
