~Threads of Betrayal~

EIRA

I woke to a sharp knock at the door. Not the polite kind, not the usual gentle courtesy from the morning patrol. This was urgent. My wolf stirred immediately, sensing tension.

“Elrich,” I called, my voice low.

He appeared almost instantly, robes still loose over his shoulders, eyes sharp. “Something’s wrong.”

I followed him down the corridor, the hall unusually silent. That alone made my stomach tighten. The patrol outside the gate was gathered, ...