The morning I sat on the porch steps, watching the trees sway in the distance. Arlo was resting inside, his energy still unstable from the last fight. Asher leaned against the railing near me, silent but alert. His gray eyes never stopped scanning the tree line.
“You feel it too?” I asked quietly.
He nodded once. “They’re coming. It’s like the air is warning us.”
I swallowed hard and looked back toward the packhouse. Dennis and Petra were organizing the warriors. Gage and Lilly were talking near the training field, but something about the way they stood made my skin crawl. Lilly looked… nervous, like she knew something no one else did.
Arlo walked out from the main door, rubbing his wrist. The silver mark still glowed faintly. “They’re close.” He said softly. “Too close.”
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