Wren's POVThe patrol howls sounded twice before the sun came up, one long note followed by a short one, which meant the border stayed quiet while the wolves changed their watch. I stood at the kitchen window with my hands pressed flat on the cold ledge and listened to a language I had never learned. Every wolf in Ashwood could answer that call from inside, but I could only stand still and let it wash over me the way I had done every night of my life.Sleep never arrived. Each time I closed my eyes the woman from my vision stood beside that dark water with her hand stretched toward me, and the old pull behind my ribs drew tight like a thread wound around a distant finger. I told myself Odette would know what it meant, for Odette always knew something even on the days she chose to keep it to herself.A pebble struck the glass. I eased the back door open and found Kade sitting on the garden wall with dew soaking his boots and his coat hanging open, a thin pink line of healing burn showi
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