Raithe The great hall of Silver Shadow was warm, loud, and far too full of people. Wolves talked, laughed, clattered plates, and greeted us with the sort of polished hospitality packs liked to flaunt during alliance gatherings. I sat at the long central table beside Alpha Thorn, a position meant to honour me as a visiting alpha. Instead, it felt like a spotlight I never asked for. My wolf was pacing so aggressively beneath my skin he might’ve worn a groove into my ribs. Again, I thought irritably, shifting in my seat. We are not under threat. Calm down. He didn’t. Ever since arriving yesterday, a strange current had been coursing through me—mild at first, then growing sharper with every passing hour. The forest, the pack grounds, the pack house… all of it kept tugging at the edge of my awareness like a constant whisper I couldn’t decipher. Tonight it was worse. Tonight it felt personal. Dax leaned close, voice low but amused. “You’re vibrating.” “I’m not,” I mutter
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