Chapter 29

“They say the western border’s the weakest…”

“What if we’re not ready?”

Their fear was palpable, each whispered word a reflection of the doubt I couldn’t afford to show.

As I approached the Alpha’s house, I found Dante waiting for me on the porch. He leaned against the railing, his posture relaxed, yet his sharp eyes scanned the shadows, as if expecting trouble at any moment. The faint moonlight caught the hard lines of his face, making him appear almost carved from stone.

“You feel it too,” I said, coming to stand beside him. He nodded, his gaze never leaving the treeline.

“Something’s coming. It’s too quiet out there.”

The unease between us didn’t need words. We both knew Silas wouldn’t wait forever. And when he did strike, it wouldn’t be subtle.