Storm clouds swallowed the morning sky above Silver Crest. Cold wind pushed across the training grounds, making the tall grass bow, and thunder rumbled somewhere past the mountains. Wolves slipped through the territory, cautious, picking up on the strange tension hovering in the air.
Liana felt it too.
Ever since she'd snapped awake in the middle of the night, her wrist burning, unease followed her everywhere like a shadow. The mark under her skin still pulsed—a constant warning.
She readjusted the leather wraps on her hands, trying to distract herself in the center of the training grounds. Around her, warriors sparred in pairs, their movements sharp, angry. Sweat mixed with dirt, the air thick with it.
But Liana couldn’t focus on any of it. Her wolf wouldn't settle. Something felt off
