CHAPTER 61

SERENA POV

The wind carried the scent of rot before I even reached the supply depot. Something was wrong. My instincts—a mix of Luna intuition and wolf-sense—flared like a warning flare in the dark. Ava stirred beneath my skin, restless, snuffling at the edges of my awareness.

Something’s been tampered with, she murmured, her voice sharp in my mind. Not natural. Not ours.

I clenched my fists, feeling the pulse of Leo, snug and warm against me, settle like a heartbeat in the ...