Dorian’s POV
The night was thick with a quiet that crawled under my skin.
The rain didn’t stop , the wind still moved through the trees, carrying the faint smell of wet soil.
I couldn’t sleep, the air felt wrong. I pushed the door open and stepped out onto the balcony. The moon stood low, and distant behind the shifting clouds. Meanwhile, the pack grounds were quiet.
Even the guards moved slower today, and the forest that bordered the lodge looked darker .
My fingers tightened against the railings.
I could feel the wetness of my palm
I had felt like this before, years ago, the night I lost everything that mattered to me. And that same cold feeling was back now,
I exhaled sharply, trying to shake the thought off. “It’s nothing,” I muttered to myself. “You’re just really tired.”
