Gideon
The storm lingered long after the bodies were buried. Two days had passed since lightning carved judgment into the training field, but the air still felt charged. Not tense. Not fractured. Just…waiting.
The pack had settled into a different rhythm—quieter, sharper. No more whispers. No more doubt. Lenore’s betrayal had cut deep, but the wound had been cauterized clean. Duncan carried the weight of it well. Seren did too.
I felt it differently. Curran was restless, unsettled, all but jumping at shadows. Something was coming. Not war. That had already been moving toward us like a tide we couldn’t stop. This felt personal.
The twin bond between my sister and me hummed low and steady as I crossed the courtyard toward the pack house, a comforting presence close to my heart. The scent
