Kael didn’t get a single hour of sleep.
Not after Selene’s warning.
Not after the news about the Alpha Council starting to hunt Liana.
Out there, the storm beat down on Silver Crest territory all night. Rain smashed the rooftops while armed wolves marched along every inch of the border.
But Kael could feel it in his bones—something worse was coming. His instincts clawed at him, screaming:
Danger.
Protect her.
Kill anything that comes near.
His wolf had been pacing in his gut for hours now. This wasn’t just nerves—it was violent, wild, possessive. Ever since Selene set foot inside the territory, Kael’s beast refused to settle.
His wolf recognized something Kael didn’t want to face: Liana’s mother carried the same old blood, that same dangerous scent hiding under the rain and scars.
