The night was darker than usual, with clouds covering most of the moon. I stayed hidden near the edge of the forest, crouched low in the shadows. My phone was ready, recording everything I could see, its faint glow barely illuminating my hands. The air was thick and cool, carrying the scent of wet earth and fallen leaves. Every small sound seemed amplified — a snapping twig, the rustle of leaves, the distant call of a night bird.
Jax was out there, moving with the Alpha’s patrols along the border. I couldn’t be with him. Alpha Joseph’s orders were clear: stay away from danger. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t help in my own way, even if it was from the shadows.
I focused on the forest ahead, listening carefully. The silence was heavy, almost too quiet. Then I heard it: the rustle of movem
