The sun hung low over Shawnee’s pack lands, casting a golden haze over the rolling hills and dense forest that surrounded them. The scent of pine and damp soil filled the air—fresh, unfamiliar, and charged with a quiet energy that told McKenna this pack ran on something more than just strength. It pulsed with unity, with a strange kind of vibrancy that she hadn’t felt in years.
They had arrived the previous evening after a long, tension-filled drive. Two days of silence, of half-finished sentences and glances that spoke louder than words. Now, finally here, McKenna could feel the difference in Azeo—something in his posture softened when Shawnee greeted them. His brother had that kind of effect.
Azeo and Shawnee looked nothing alike, yet the bond between them was unmistakable. Where Azeo
