The night air hit me like a shock of ice as we crashed through the window and landed in a crouch on the damp earth below. My wolf burned under my skin, demanding I shift, demanding I fight, but there was no time.

Lena tugged my arm. “This way!” she whispered urgently.

The scent of foreign wolves thickened, their presence pressing down on me like a vice. We weren’t just being watched—we were surrounded.

A low growl echoed from the treeline, followed by another. Shadows moved ...