That night, Caleb couldn't sleep. His mind kept spinning with questions that had no good answers. Why was Rowan acting like a monster? Why was Lyra suddenly so cruel? And why did Aria's wolf seem to sense danger everywhere?
He got dressed quietly and slipped out of his room. The pack house was dark and quiet, but something felt off. The air itself seemed thick and wrong, like a storm was coming.
Caleb had grown up in this house. He knew every creaky floorboard, every shadow, every everyday sound. But tonight, nothing felt normal.
He walked down the main hallway, his bare feet making no noise on the cold stone floor.
His wolf senses were on high alert, picking up scents and sounds that didn't fit. Near Rowan's office, Caleb stopped. Something had caught his eye a faint mark on the wall that glowed softly in the darkness. He moved closer and squinted at it.
His blood turned to ice.
