Hunting Shadows

The moon was high, casting silver light over the dense forest as Caleb moved swiftly through the trees. His senses were razor-sharp, his wolf restless beneath his skin, claws itching to sink into something solid. The stranger who had warned Lila was out there, lurking in the shadows, watching from the edges of their war. And Caleb wasn't going to wait for them to make the next move.

He had spent the last few hours gathering intel from his scouts. The stranger's scent had been faint, almost unnatural in how quickly it faded, but it was still there—just enough for him to track. They had passed through the northern border of his pack's land, where the trees grew thick and the mist clung low to the ground like a warning.

Caleb exhaled, rolling his shoulders as he pushed forward. The tension in his muscles hadn't eased since Rowan first told him about the encounter.

Someone who knew about Lila. About the baby. About him and Adrian.