The air in the packhouse was tense that night. Even though the sun had set hours ago, the forest outside was alive with sounds that didn’t belong. Leaves rustled too quickly, the wind shifted with purpose, and faint shadows moved at the edge of vision.
Asher stayed close to me, his gray eyes scanning every dark corner. “Something’s coming.” He said quietly, his voice low but firm. “I can feel it.”
I nodded, my chest tightening. The bond between us flared gently, warning me, warning him. “I feel it too.” I said. “It’s close. Too close.”
Lupa stayed at the edge of the room, hands folded tightly in front of her. Her face was pale, her blue eyes wide. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t need to. I could tell she was scared — scared not of me, but of the power in me, the bloodline that had s
