The Moonshadow pack house had not known true silence in weeks. Yet tonight, as the moon climbed silver and sharp above the trees, the quiet carried a weight that made even the warriors pacing the perimeter bristle.

Bella felt it first.

She sat by the window of Alfred’s chamber, her hands resting on her belly, the distant murmur of the pack drifting through the halls. She should have felt safe here, wrapped in warmth and guarded by dozens of loyal wolves, but instead an unease threaded ...