The storm over Silver Crest dragged on for three days. Three days where nobody really relaxed, and every hour felt heavier than the last. Enemy wolves lingered by the borders, just watching. Like waiting for an opening, circling around but not quite moving in. No attacks came, not yet. But you could tell—people knew what was coming. War was creeping in.
Right at the heart of all the tension stood Liana.
By the fourth morning, the whole mansion buzzed with nervous energy. The warriors barely slept. Scouts kept coming back with fresh updates, almost on the hour. Even the servants whispered behind closed doors. But, honestly, what bothered Liana most wasn’t all that chaos outside. It was the bond. Something was shifting between her and Kael. She couldn’t really describe it—it just felt deep
