Darius felt it before the sound reached him.

A sharp pull in his chest.

A deep shift in the air.

The kind that only came when blood was about to spill.

He stopped walking.

The warehouse was loud with low voices, restless movement, quiet fear trying to hide behind sharp words. Then the ground trembled. Just once.

Darius lifted his head.

His wolf stirred.

“It has started,” he said.

The words were not loud, but they cut through everything.

Silence followed.

Then whispers.

“The ...