The tremors had not stopped. All across the werewolf territories, the earth continued to shake, groaning as though the very roots of the world were being torn apart. Alphas had reported their wolves unable to sleep—some pacing restlessly, others howling without knowing why. Their calls echoed through the night, disjointed, filled with a primal unease.
Caitlyn felt it too, the shifting power in the air. Her wolf, once afraid, now felt challenged. It was no longer hiding in fear—it was rising, responding to something beneath the earth. A rival was calling, a force that refused to be ignored, and her wolf sensed it. The presence of the Prime Wolf—its hunger, its dominance—was tangible, pressing against her like an ancient force, daring her to acknowledge its existence.
Raymond, ever alert to her, caught the subtle shift in her posture. “We need to prepare,” he said, his voice steady but laced with concern. “We can’t wait for
