Emily stayed near the pen, watching, silent but ever-present. Occasionally, she glanced at Asher or me, offering a faint nod or a subtle gesture. And I could see the twins reacting even from a distance. Every time she moved, Gage and Arlo stiffened slightly, mirroring her energy without conscious thought. The subtle pull she had over them was undeniable, and it unnerved me more than I wanted to admit.
By late evening, the wolf began to react more. Its breathing deepened, muscles coiled, eyes bright and alert. Its head lifted fully, sniffing the air, observing the forest beyond the pen. The hairs on the back of its neck bristled slightly.
Asher leaned close to me. “It’s noticing something.” He whispered. “The air… the energy… it’s like it’s responding to the shift in our focus.”
I nodded
