The night was restless.

The wind carried whispers that didn’t belong to the trees.

The bond pulsed beneath Lyla’s feet not in warning, but in expectation.

Something was coming.

And she wasn’t going to wait for it to find her first.

At dawn, they moved.

The pack ran as one not toward war, not toward an enemy

But toward the truth.

Toward whatever the bond had hidden from them for centuries.

And Lyla knew

This was the real test.

Because reforging the bond had changed ...