Chapter 183

The night answered before anyone else could.

Not with howls or alarms—but with silence bending the air, the kind that pressed against the skin and made wolves uneasy without knowing why.

Caleb felt it first.

He was halfway down the eastern corridor when his wolf stilled, instincts going rigid. Not fear. Recognition. The sense of a boundary being tested without being crossed.

“She’s close,” he murmured.

Kaia was already moving. No cloak. No guards. Just purpose.

They ...