Kael’s POV

I woke before the alarms. My mind already tracked patrols, analyzed threats, and calculated gaps. The Hollow Claw’s mark lingered in every thought. Each report felt insufficient. I strapped on armor and weapons without a word.

Patrols were routine, but my pace wasn’t. I moved faster, harder. My wolf surged with hunger and impatience. Every shadow signaled danger. Scouts avoided my eyes. Their unease didn’t matter. Control had become irrelevant; instinct ruled.

Elias ...