Lucan’s POV

The cold wind touches everything in its path. It cuts deep into my skin and shatters my bones as I walk past the threshold of the pack’s compound. The air is cold and unforgiving as the weight of what I was about to face is near. There was a familiar scent of earth and pine, and a sharp, sour trace lingered.

An air of unease had settled deep into the bones of the forest, and into the hearts of those within the walls. The pack was fractured. Restless. Splintered by fears and ...