The rain quit right before dawn.
After that, an eerie fog rolled over Silver Crest, thick enough to swallow the mountain trails like they’d never existed. The forests just vanished under pale gray mist. The silence that came with it felt unnatural, stretching across the territory and making everything seem empty.
Too quiet.
Even the wolves on patrol noticed. Silver Crest hadn’t felt silent like this in ages—not since the prophecy woke up, not since the Alphas declared war, and definitely not since enemies started slipping past the borders like shadows.
Up on the western watchtower, Kael stood and stared down at the foggy forests. His wolf was restless—had been every night since the nightmare. The Alpha’s grip on himself was thinner than ever. Whenever Kael shut his eyes, he could still
