*Starblood pack — Outer Watchtowers, Midnight*

  The wind swept across the eastern cliffs, carrying with it chills. The full moon peeked behind racing clouds, casting its silver light over the ridge below.

  Two guards stood on the highest stone watchtower. One was young, eyes darting nervously. The other, older and scarred, stood stiff and still, spear gripped tightly in calloused hands.

  Then, silence.

  No rustling leaves. No owls cry. No night insects in sight.

  “Do you ...