The forest felt wrong the moment we stepped back into the clearing. Too quiet. Too still. Even the usual night sounds had gone mute like the woods were holding their breath. My wolf paced inside me, restless and snarling, ears pinned flat. That alone should have been enough to make me nervous. But of course the universe had to add more.
A long howl rolled through the trees. Then another. Perfectly timed. Perfectly matched. Perfectly creepy. It echoed off the cliffside, off the fog, off my spine. I rubbed the back of my neck.
“Great,” I muttered. “Nothing like being serenaded by the psycho wolf choir. Truly the vibe I hoped for tonight.”
Beau shot me a look. “You're coping badly.”
“I am coping beautifully. You're welcome.”
Jack moved closer until his shoulder brushed mine. His eyes glo
