Rebecca

The wind changed halfway through the ridge. Raven noticed it first, her hackles raised inside me like a phantom warning. I scanned the terrain. Neutral lands stretched wide and wild in every direction. No borders. No pack laws. Just instinct.

And something was watching us.

Maximus had already paused, eyes narrowing on the horizon. “We are not alone.”

“You think it’s a trap?”

“I don’t know,” he said simply.

A figure stepped out from ...