The pack lands did not rest.

Even with dawn’s pale light filtering through the mist, voices carried on the wind—sharp whispers, low growls, muttered prayers. Every corner of Moonshadow territory seemed charged with unease.

Bella felt it the moment she stepped from Alfred’s chambers. Wolves turned their heads, some bowing stiffly, others staring openly, suspicion smoldering in their eyes. It was no longer just curiosity. It was fear—and hunger.

“They’re waiting for something,” ...