Chapter 22

• The wind carried a sharp edge that cut through the trees as I walked back toward the heart of the pack’s territory. The night felt darker than usual, heavy with something unspoken, an unsettling presence that lingered just out of reach. It wasn’t just the tension between Damian, Elijah, and me anymore—there was something else.
• I could feel it in the air. A whisper of magic. Something ancient, unfamiliar.
• My footsteps slowed as I neared the boundary, my pulse quickening. I had learned to trust my instincts, and they were screaming at me now—warning me. But of what, I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t the same as I used to be. The power Elijah had stirred inside me made me sensitive to things I hadn’t noticed before, things I wasn’t supposed to feel.