The clearing fell silent.
Not a single wolf moved. The air was thick, heavy — filled with the scent of fear and cold earth. Every sound from the forest had stopped, like even nature was holding its breath.
Then the shadow stepped forward.
It wasn’t just one figure — it was several, moving together as if the darkness itself obeyed them. But only one had those glowing silver eyes. They burned brighter than the moon, fixed straight on me.
Jax growled low beside me, stepping in front of me. “Stay back.”
The figure didn’t flinch. His voice came again, low and deep, echoing like it came from the earth itself.
“We don’t want you, little wolf. We want what’s inside you.”
My heart pounded so hard it hurt. “What do you mean?”
The figure tilted his head slightly, almost curious. “You don’t kn
