The Alpha’s Moonbreather
They circled.
“They’re learning,” Mara said quietly, her voice hoarse. “They’ve never waited like this before.”
Elise nodded once. “They won’t charge again until they’re sure we’re weak.”
“That won’t take long,” another Moonbreather muttered. His arm hung useless at his side, blood soaking through a makeshift bandage. “We’re running on fumes.”
Before Elise could respond, the air changed.
It was subtle at first. A pressure shift, like the moment before a storm breaks. The moonlight above them sharpened, turning colder, brighter. The ground beneath their feet vibrated faintly, not from ferals but from something deeper.
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