The air in the Blackwood camp was thick with tension, an unspoken dread that settled over the pack like a storm about to break. Ethan, sensing something amiss, had called for a late meeting, gathering his closest allies to discuss the mounting threat of Liam's forces. But as the others talked in hushed voices, a nagging unease twisted in Ethan's chest, one he couldn't shake.
"Where is Donovan?" Ethan asked, glancing around the group. "He should have been here by now."
"He said he was on patrol," one of the pack members replied, shrugging. "But it's strange. He didn't mention anything about missing the meeting."
Ethan frowned, his gaze drifting out into the darkness beyond the meeting circle. "Something's not right. I haven't felt this kind of tension from him before."
