The air hasn’t felt right since the battle.
There’s a heaviness to it now, something beneath the surface that makes my skin crawl and my wolf restless. Crescent Ridge has gone quiet. Too quiet. The forest doesn’t hum with life anymore. Even the birds have stopped singing. It’s like the entire territory is holding its breath.
Talon arrives before sunrise, his jaw set, the lines beneath his eyes deeper than usual. He hasn’t slept. None of us have. He carries a stack of reports, gripping them tight. I already know I won’t like what they say.
He sets them on the counter where my brothers wait. Ryn leans against the fridge, arms crossed. Soren paces near the window. Kael sits silent at the table.
“Another attack.” Talon says. “Two territories east. The Nightbane pack lost six wolves.”
“Rog
