The wind was cold against my skin, carrying with it the familiar scent of the forest surrounding our pack grounds. It should have been calming, a reminder of the territory I was sworn to protect, but tonight it was laced with tension, with the heavy anticipation of a battle not yet fought.
I stood at the edge of the woods, staring into the darkness ahead, the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. My thoughts were racing, constantly returning to one person—Aimee.
She'd been through so much because of me, because of the curse that had haunted my bloodline for generations. And now, the threat of Emily hung over us like a blade waiting to fall, ready to carve out what little peace we had left. The pack was restless, sensing the storm on the horizon, and no matter how much I tried to keep them calm, I knew that Emily was already making her move.
