Nevara
The eastern ridge had always felt different from the rest of the territory.
The trees grew tighter there, their roots gripping uneven ground that sloped gradually toward a shallow ravine. As children, we had been told not to run full speed through that section unless we wanted to break an ankle or split skin on hidden stone. It was not the kind of place where wolves trained. It was the kind of place they watched.
The joint patrol assembled without ceremony.
Three wolves from the pack.
Two Lycans from Thoren’s guard.
Thoren himself.
The acting alpha.
And me.
The boys had not been allowed to join us on the ridge, though Noah had argued quietly that he knew the land better than most of the council. It had taken only a look from Thoren to end that debate, but the pride in Noah’
