Their travel from the Rogue Kingdom to the territory of the Stone Claw Pack was surprisingly uneventful. Too uneventful. No feral rogue attacks. No dark mist. No poisoned air. No sign of Thorne. Not even the unsettling feeling of being watched. And somehow— that made all of them more tense.
Inside the vehicle, silence often stretched for long periods of time as forests and empty roads passed by outside the windows. No one relaxed completely. Not Talon. Not Diana. Not Damon. Not even Willow.
Because after everything that had happened— peace felt suspicious.
Talon drove the first car while Damon drove the second. They barely stopped except for fuel and quick meals. Even then, their wolves remained alert, scanning every scent around them.
But nothing happened. No attack came. It almost fe
