The strange vistors with the secrets...

Noah POV

The cold air of the Moon Whisper Packlands bit through my coat as I stood at the edge of the forest, staring out into the night. 

The distant howl of wolves pulled me out of my thoughts, and I straightened, my senses on high alert. It wasn't an unfamiliar sound, but tonight it felt different. Like a warning.

I turned and made my way back to the pack house, the wind at my back. The moon hung high in the sky, a silent witness to everything that was happening. As I approached, I could see the lights of the house glowing warmly in the darkness, but that warmth felt deceptive. Inside, tension crackled like electricity. It was only a matter of time before it broke.