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25. When Silence Breaks

Author: Ramish
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-06 22:03:44

Rhea’s POV

The growls outside sharpened into roars, each one vibrating through the fragile wooden walls of the cottage. The air thickened with dread, heavy enough to choke me. Kael’s hand found mine for the briefest moment before he let go, his voice a low command that brooked no argument.

“Stay inside. Don’t open that door until I say.”

Before I could answer, the door shuddered beneath a brutal impact — something massive slamming against it hard enough to splinter the frame. My breath caught as the hinges squealed in protest.

Kael was already moving. His body blurred into motion, muscles stretching and twisting, bones cracking in the terrifying, mesmerizing shift. His growl deepened into the full-throated snarl of the Alpha wolf, filling the room until I could feel it in my bones.

Through the window, silver streaks burst into the night — Draven wolves, Kael’s pack, throwing themselves into the fray. The darkness outside exploded with movement: wolves colliding, claws tearing, teeth s
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