The cabin was quiet when night finally settled over the forest, and the silence felt heavier than usual because the entire pack seemed to be holding its breath while waiting for the next disaster to hit.
I had been sitting at the small kitchen table for hours with paperwork spread across the surface, but I had barely read a single line because the matebond kept pulling my attention somewhere else while the tension rolling through it refused to settle. Ezra.
The bond carried everything tonight, and it pulsed beneath my skin with stress and focus and anger while the constant pressure inside it felt like a warning that something terrible was getting closer.
Christopher was gathering wolves near the border, and Alpha John was poisoning the pack against Ezra while the challenge was only thre
