The morning light filtered through the thick canopy of Silverwood, casting long shadows on the ground. Birds began to stir in the trees, and the rustling of leaves was the only sound as the pack gathered around the fire.

But Lyla couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong.

Her gaze was distant, scanning the forest beyond their camp. It was as if the woods themselves were whispering to her, secrets carried on the wind that she couldn’t quite catch. It had been weeks since the ...