Amara
Something was wrong.
I didn’t know how I knew-only that I did.
It wasn’t the air. Or the sky. Or even the unnatural stillness that had settled over the pack grounds like a fog.
It was him.
Lucian.
His energy had changed.
I felt it the second I opened my eyes. A pulse in my chest. A weight between my ribs. Like my soul had been tethered to something deeper-and now that tether was pulling tight.
Nyra stirred before I’d even gotten out of bed.
He’s angry, she whispered. Controlled, but shaking beneath it. Like a storm behind glass.
I sat up slowly, rubbing my hands over my arms. “Something happened.”
Yes. And he’s not telling us. Her growl was low and thoughtful, not panicked-but ready. He’s guarding you more than before. You smell it, don’t you? The way his prese
