Chapter 180

By dawn, whispers had spread through three outer circles of the pack. Soft conversations at wells. Long pauses in patrols. Wolves who suddenly stood a little too close together, eyes flicking away when Caleb passed.

Kaia felt it before anyone reported it.

Belief has a texture.

It hums.

“She’s not recruiting,” Kaia said quietly as she and Caleb walked the eastern corridor. “She’s consecrating.”

Caleb stopped. “Explain.”

“She’s giving them meaning,” Kaia ...