Chapter 25 The Wolves At The Gate

• The howls thickened into the night, no longer distant. They came from every direction, weaving through the ruined forest like a hunting call.
• Emma’s grip tightened on her blade. Liam shifted to cover their flank, eyes scanning the smoke-choked trees. Jared stood between them, his pulse hammering against the chain biting inside his chest. The whispers rose in his skull.
• “They’re hungry. And they can smell you, heir.”