The forest had never felt this silent before.Not the peaceful kind of silence that settled over the trees after snowfall or the quiet calm that followed a hunt. This silence pressed inward, heavy and watchful, carrying a strange feeling beneath it that sat against my skin and refused to leave.Morning had arrived hours ago, yet gray clouds covered most of the sky, trapping the light behind them. The pack house had already stirred awake, voices moving through hallways and footsteps crossing old wooden floors, but something inside me remained restless.Sleep had barely touched me.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw fragments.Not complete memories.Not dreams.Just pieces.Green eyes.A distant voice.Hands reaching toward me through darkness.And that feeling again.Waiting.I stood near the training grounds, watching younger wolves move through drills while cold wind shifted strands of hair across my face. Lucas stood farther ahead with Ethan and two scouts, discussing border reports
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