After midnight, the storm really came alive. Thunder just kept rolling over Silver Crest, and cold rain hammered the mountains. The forest around the pack got soaked, the wet smell drifting up from the ground.
Most wolves stayed inside, not that anyone blamed them. The guards though—they stayed sharp on the borders, watching everything. After those rogue attacks, nobody trusted the darkness anymore. Torches glowed along the patrol lines; warriors moved slow and careful between the trees.
Fear hung in the air. Not just fear of enemies—fear of betrayal, and fear of her.
In the Alpha mansion, Liana sat by her window, watching the storm, wide awake. Sleep had abandoned her; too much had changed too fast. That prophecy. The attacks. The truth about her bloodline. And Kael...
She closed her
