The entire packhouse felt tense the next morning. Every voice was hushed, every step cautious, every warrior on edge. Word had spread fast about the frost message in my room, even though no one was supposed to speak of it.
Ronan stayed close behind me as I walked through the halls, silent but watchful. His energy pressed against mine like a thick second skin, steady and grounding. My wolf calmed whenever he came near, then agitated again the moment he stepped too far.
She did not know whether to snarl or lean into him.
I felt the same.
A pair of warriors rushed past us toward the stairs, their faces pale. One whispered, “Council is already gathered.” The other muttered, “Something big is coming.”
My stomach flipped.
The council only met early in the morning when there was danger. Tru
