I feel him before I see anything change.
Not a sound. Not movement. Presence.
It presses in from the edges of my awareness, subtle at first, like pressure building behind a sealed door that has been shut too long. The kind that does not announce itself until it is already there. My wolf reacts instantly, lifting her head, attention snapping outward. Not alarm. Recognition. The kind that does not ask permission or wait for confirmation.
Derek’s pack.
I have not felt them like this in months. Not as a concept. Not as a memory threaded faintly through the bond, half muted and distant. This is proximity. Structure moving with intent. Multiple wolves holding formation across land that has not belonged to them for a long time. It is not chaotic. It is organized. Disciplined. Purposeful.
My
