Orion
The drive to Kaelen’s territory is long enough to stoke the fire in my chest until it’s a storm. My warriors ride quiet, alert, weapons strapped in the trunks of SUVs, radios hissing with updates about rogue movements along the northern borders.
The night outside is restless. Wind tearing through the pines, sky black enough to swallow a man whole. The closer we get, the heavier my wolf presses against me.
“Something waits. Something ours.” He has been restless since the moment we found out through the grapevine that Nyx had shifted, and she was glorious. I grit my teeth, fingers drumming against the leather seat.
“She’s nothing to you anymore,” I mutter, low enough that only I can hear. But the bond hums under my skin like live current, stubborn as a curse. When the gates of K
