CHAPTER 141

Liam POV

An early warning of the approaching storm was the bone-chilling night air. I moved around our domain, my senses sharpened, ready to spot the first hint of peril that may jeopardize the fragile calm we had worked so hard to preserve.

A silent observer of the anguish that had dogged the Nightwalkers for far too long, the moon hung large in the sky overhead. Though I knew better than to let complacency to take root, we had come out on top, our relationships strengthened in the furnace of hardship.

Because there were those out there who would want to take advantage of our weakness, to overthrow our honorable pack and destroy what we had accomplished. The rogues were always on guard, their lust for turmoil and strife unquenchable. They had abandoned the holy ways of our kind.

A deep growl sounded in my throat as I detected the strong reminder that our land had been invaded the smell of intruders on the breeze. My hackles stiffened and I experienced the usual rush of adrenaline, a