The moment I crossed the threshold into the Eternal Pack’s territory, the air felt like a physical weight on my chest. It wasn’t just the cold though the wind bit through my coat like claws, it was the silence.
Not the peaceful kind, but the heavy and suffocating kind that made my teeth ache and my wolf whine in protest and it was also warning me that there was something in the air.
Six months have passed since I walked these lands. It may have been everything but the most important thing is that it felt like home.
The air, the land, the soil and everything was just calming and it felt right.
The pack’s scent hit me first. Familiar, yet wrong. Like Astor’s cologne mixed with something sharp and metallic, like rust or fear. My wolf bristled.
Astor’s here, I thought, my pulse quickenin
