LOGINThe injured rogue’s breathing was shallow as the healers carried him into the large canvas shelter we had built near the edge of the clearing. I followed closely behind Mira, the cold wind brushing past my face as we stepped inside. The scent of herbs, blood, and damp fur filled the air.The wolf on the makeshift cot looked young. Younger than most rogues I had seen survive the wilderness this long. His skin was pale beneath the grime, and the claw wounds along his ribs were deep enough to make my wolf bristle uneasily.Mira knelt beside him, already pressing clean cloths against the worst of the bleeding.“Hold him still,” she said calmly.One of the rogues who had carried him here stepped forward immediately, gripping the young wolf’s shoulders while Mira worked.I crossed my arms and watched quietly.The claw marks were large.Too large to belong to ordinary wolves.My eyes narrowed slightly.“These wounds weren’t made by rogues,” I said.Mira didn’t look up.“No.”Tarek stood near
“Then listen carefully,” I said, letting the words carry both warning and promise.The wind howled around us.Snow fell harder.Kael stood in the clearing, tall and immovable, his dark gaze locked on mine.For a moment the world narrowed to the space between us.The bond pulsed violently in my chest.“Elara.”My name left his lips again, deeper this time.Something in my chest twisted painfully.And thenEverything shattered.The clearing vanished.The wind disappeared.The cold vanished from my skin.“Elara!”A hand grabbed my arm roughly.I gasped.The forest snapped back into existence around me.Snow fell from the dark sky.The clearing stood empty.No Kael.No shadow stepping from the trees.No Alpha of Nightfang standing before me.Just the quiet breathing of my wolves behind me.I blinked hard, my pulse racing.Tarek stood in front of me, gripping my arm tightly.“Elara,” he said again, his voice tense. “What happened?”I stared past him.The treeline remained still.Only snow
The snow had turned from light flakes to a steady, heavy fall, each drop blanketing the forest in white, dulling sound and masking movement. I moved cautiously through the trees, boots sinking slightly into the icy ground. Every branch overhead was coated in frost, bending under its weight, threatening to break with the slightest disturbance. The forest felt alive tonight, each shadow a potential threat, each whisper of wind a signal I could not ignore.Tarek walked beside me, silent, alert. Mira trailed a few paces behind, her eyes scanning the trees, ears twitching at the faintest crack of branch or movement in the snow. My senses were taut, sharpened by tension, and yet my mind kept returning to the faint pulse of the bond I could feel in the distance, Kael. Not near, but not far. Close enough that I could sense his intent, the quiet, restrained calculation beneath the surface. He was out there, watching, waiting for me to act.I pressed my fingers to the hilt of my dagger. My wolf
The forest had grown darker than I expected. Snow still fell, but now it was heavier, thick flakes masking movement and muffling sound. I crouched behind a fallen pine, the rough bark pressing against my palms, breath visible in the freezing air. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, muscles taut with anticipation, senses straining against the tension that radiated from the treeline.Tarek moved beside me, silent, careful. Even with his skill, he relied on my lead tonight. Mira followed a few steps behind, her sharp eyes scanning for anything out of place. Every shift in shadow, every subtle vibration in the snow, set nerves on edge.“They’re close,” I murmured. The bond pulsed faintly, rhythmic but insistent, a quiet reminder that Kael was out there. Not here yet, not directly but threading through the forest, like a predator circling its prey.Tarek tilted his head toward the treeline. “I can see movement. Three figures. No, four now.”“Nightfang scouts,” I whispered. “Assessing. Testing
The forest never truly slept, not when wolves moved in patterns, not when predators weighed possibilities behind every shadow. I stood near the edge of the northern ridge, the snow crunching softly beneath my boots, each flake settling onto my cloak as if marking the passage of time in quiet witness. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, restless, muscles taut with awareness. The bond throbbed faintly, a distant echo of Kael’s presence somewhere beyond the ridge, a subtle pull that both unnerved and steadied me.I exhaled slowly, letting the cold air fill my lungs, crystallizing the resolve I had clung to since Red Hollow’s Alpha, Lucian, had departed with his warning and his offer. Patience. Observation. Calculated movement. These had become my weapons, as much as any blade or fang. And yet, beneath the surface, there was a tension I could not ignore. Nightfang scouts were moving closer. That much I could feel.Tarek approached quietly from behind, his footsteps muted by the blanket of sn
The snow fell heavier by nightfall, a thick, silvery blanket that softened the forest’s edges and muffled the sounds of movement. Each flake seemed to carry a warning, a reminder that the world beyond our camp was shifting. I stood near the fire pit, arms crossed against the cold, my breath forming faint clouds that drifted into the darkness.The wolves around me had settled into quiet routines. Some were cleaning their gear, others tending to the younger ones, but all eyes occasionally flicked to me. I felt their silent expectations pressing against my shoulders. Leadership was not a mantle of comfort, it was a cage made of responsibility.I drew a deep breath and allowed my senses to stretch beyond the firelight, into the surrounding forest. My wolf stirred beneath my skin, muscles tensing as I sifted through the scents carried on the wind. Tracks. Faint. Deliberate. Too precise to belong to casual travelers.Nightfang.The thought made my pulse sharpen, my chest tightening despite







