Chapter 95 — The Eclipse Pack Returns

The storm rolls in without rain.

No thunder.

No lightning.

Just a sky that feels too tight… like the world itself is holding its breath.

Wolves stand scattered across the training fields, eyes fixed on the northern ridge where the wind smells wrong—old magic, cold magic, the kind that doesn’t belong to forests and breath and living things.

I feel Leo’s small fingers curl tighter into my cloak.

He’s standing behind me.

Always behind me ...