The ridge hasn’t been this quiet in years.
Not since the wars, not since the old rogues were pushed out and Crescent Ridge claimed its peace again.
Now, that peace is stretched so thin it hums through the air like a warning.
Every wolf can feel it. Something’s coming. And the moon is almost full.
The packhouse is alive with tension…footsteps, voices, orders. Patrols are being doubled, supplies checked, weapons counted.
Kael and Soren have been fighting since dawn.
“We should move the southern line back!” Kael growls, slamming a map onto the table. “They’ve been testing that border for days. If we thin the numbers there, we’re asking for a breach.”
“And leave the ridge exposed?” Soren shoots back. “Brilliant. Let’s just open the front gate while we’re at it.”
“Enough.” I cut in. My
