The night stretched on in uneasy silence. The wards around the infected warrior still shimmered faintly, a reminder that the danger hadn’t passed. The rest of the pack had scattered to patrol the outskirts, but Jax hadn’t moved from where he sat by the edge of the ruins. His eyes were on the spot where the packhouse once stood, now only jagged stone, dust, and twisted beams under the faint light of the moon.
Somewhere beneath all that rubble lay the sealed Door of Moons, and behind that door… Sage.
No one knew if she was alive. No one dared to say it out loud, but he could feel it. The way the air still hummed faintly with her power, the way his wolf stirred whenever the wind passed through the ruins. She wasn’t gone. She couldn’t be.
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring at t
