Dawn came slow over Crescent Vale. The blue tint that had covered the world during the night faded only slightly, leaving behind a pale, eerie haze. No one slept. The air buzzed faintly with leftover energy, a hum that made the wolves restless.
Jax hadn’t left his post by the ruins all night. The thunder hadn’t come again, but the feeling in the air hadn’t gone away. Like something was watching them from the other side of the world. He’d barely blinked since the last tremor shook the ground.
Hazel approached quietly, a report in her hands. “We got a message from the northern border.” She said, voice tired. “It’s from the Ironridge Pack.”
Jax turned slightly, eyes still on the rubble. “What is it?”
“They’re under attack.” Hazel said. “The wolves they’re fighting aren’t normal rogues. Th
