The forest felt different once the border standoff ended, and the tension that had been crackling through the trees all night slowly settled into something heavy and exhausted while the pack moved quietly back toward the territory.
No one was talking much.
Warriors walked in small groups and some had shifted back to human form while others stayed wolves as they disappeared into the dark patrol paths, and the air carried the sharp smell of adrenaline and anger that had not had anywhere to go.
Ezra walked beside me in silence while the matebond hummed steadily between us, and the pulse of it was still tight and restless from everything that had just happened.
Christopher had pushed the border.
Alpha John had undermined him in front of the entire pack. Warren had exposed the fracture ins
