The summit grounds felt different at night.During the day, the stone circle had carried the weight of tradition and restraint. At night, under a moon veiled by drifting clouds, restraint loosened. Wolves gathered in tighter groups. Voices dropped lower. Old rivalries breathed again.Aria felt it like pressure behind her eyes.“This place doesn’t trust silence,” she murmured.Varek stood beside her, gaze sweeping the clearing. “Neutral ground never does. It pretends to.”Across the circle, several Alphas argued in hushed but heated tones. Others watched Shadowridge openly now, no longer pretending indifference.They had been seen.And that, Aria realized, was irreversible.Lyra paced near the perimeter with two warriors, her posture loose but predatory. Finn leaned against a pillar, looking relaxed enough to fool anyone who didn’t know him.Too many eyes.Too many emotions.That was when Aria felt the shift.A cold ripple slid through the clearing, sharp and wrong.“Varek,” she whispe
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