The camp had not settled since the elders’ revelation. Every word they gave felt like a thread that led to a deeper snare, and I could not tell whether I was meant to unravel it or strangle in it. My wolf paced inside me like a caged storm. Ronan had not let me out of his sight. Kade watched the horizon as if expecting it to split open.
We did not have to wait long.
A horn blast tore through the air again, higher and sharper than the one that woke us that morning. My body went rigid. This one was different. No hesitation. No pause. It meant only one thing.
Danger. Immediate and close.
Ronan snapped toward the sound. “East patrol.”
A messenger sprinted down the slope before he finished speaking. “Alpha. Injuries on the eastern ridge. They need reinforcements. They are barely holding.”
