The night air was thick with tension, the kind that settled deep into your bones and made you hyper-aware of every sound, every breath. I had never felt this level of unease before, and it wasn't because of the darkness. It was something more, something lingering in the air like an unfinished conversation. I couldn't shake the feeling that James was in danger, though I hadn't seen him in days.
I stood at the edge of the forest near Vincent's pack, the trees looming like sentinels guarding the secrets within. My heart raced, my wolf, Layla, pacing inside me. She, too, sensed something off. She had been restless for hours, her instincts screaming at me to act, but I was still torn.
