The air feels wrong tonight.
Even the wind sounds different. Sharp and uneasy, carrying whispers that don’t belong to the forest.
The pack has been restless for days. No one says it outright, but we all feel it. Something’s shifting beyond the borders.
Kael was the first to notice it. He came back from patrol two nights ago, face pale under the moonlight. “Something’s out there.” He said. “Not rogues. Not anything I’ve smelled before.”
Now everyone’s on edge. Wolves whisper about shadows moving just beyond sight, about eyes in the dark that vanish when you look too long.
The scent of fear hangs over Crescent Ridge like fog.
Talon spends most of his time trying to calm everyone down, reminding them that no one’s been attacked, that it could just be rogues testing the borders. But even
