The night sky felt wrong.

Clouds had gathered fast—too fast—rolling like smoke over the Moonshadow hills. Wolves prowled along the ridges, their silhouettes sharp against the faint silver glow that clung stubbornly to the horizon. The pack was restless. Every breath of wind carried tension, the kind that prickled fur and made hearts stumble.

Bella stood on the balcony of the Alpha house, one hand on the railing, the other resting over the soft swell of her stomach. The baby shifted ...