Chapter 12: 12

The night was unnervingly s ll. No rustling leaves. No distant howls. No so cha er dri ing from the pack houses. The en re territory felt suspended holding its breath as if the world itself sensed that something was shi ing. Tristan walked the northern path alone, his hands shoved into his pockets, his head lowered. He hadn’t intended to leave the pack house, but the walls felt too ght tonight every hallway whispering her name, every room echoing memories he had spent months avoiding...