The forest smells of damp earth and tension.
Shadow Pines sits on the ridge like a dark promise, jagged and unwelcoming. The wolves from their borders are restless tonight. I can feel it in the threads beneath my skin, the low, steady thrum of power that hums through the Moonbond.
And I can feel my brothers.
Ryn is at the center of it, moving like a predator, silver glint catching under the pale light of the moon. His eyes flare bright, unnatural, the silver of the bond breaking through his pupils. His muscles are tense, every motion calculated, dangerous.
I know immediately what’s happening. The Moonbond is influencing him. Feeding him. Turning the fire inside him into something he can’t fully control.
I rush forward, Talon at my side. Our boots crush the leaves and dirt beneath us a
