Chapter 46 Whispers Before The Storm

• The sky wore a strange hue the next morning—a pale, stormy amber as though the heavens themselves sensed what was coming. A heavy stillness blanketed Dawnridge, like the forest was holding its breath. Even the wind moved cautiously through the trees.
• Ivy stood at the center of the training field, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Around her, warriors ran drills, their movements crisp but weary. Some of them were seasoned fighters. Others were barely old enough to have shifted into their wolves for the first time. But all of them were willing.
• Kael strode across the field toward her, his dark hair tied back, his eyes sharp and searching. “They’re holding up,” he said. “But they need more than strength. They need confidence.”