Aurora’s POV

The truce with Brom ended with a snarl that still shook the air between our packs. His threat lingered, strength proved in blood.

The twins moved ahead of me, like wolves guarding a border.

Kael’s silence was a growl you could feel more than hear. Rael’s every step twitched, ready to strike. Their anger pressed against my skin, sharp as lightning, heavy as storm air.

The pack felt it, it was weakness. Left unchecked, it would eat us alive.

Their fury was the ...