Lila’s POV
When my ears picked up the warning cry, my first instinct was that it came from the pack house. But as I started moving with the others, another cry rang through the night—this time from the east border.
That howl—raw, guttural—sent ice splintering through my veins. It was the kind of sound that made your instincts seize, the kind that whispered death was near.
Jaxon stiffened, his eyes snapping toward the direction of the call. Leah’s head tilted slightly, listening, her body already shifting into a defensive stance. For a brief second, we were all just wolves—predators assessing danger, our rivalry momentarily forgotten.
But the tension between us snapped back just as quickly.
Leah’s gaze flicked back to me, sharp with suspicion. “You better not have brought something into our territory, Lila. We all know you to be a harbinger of bad luck.”