The howl came again, and this time it was answered by dozens of others.
They surrounded the farm from every direction. "Rogues," Alpha Magnus growled, his eyes flashing gold. "But they smell... wrong." Elara's new Luna senses kicked in.
Through the mate bond, she felt her triplets' reactions—Kael's tactical mind already planning defense, Ronan's excitement for war, and Darian's careful observation of everything around them. But she also felt that nagging worry. Which one would betray her? "They're not just rogues," Tobias said sadly, sniffing the air. "They're dream-touched. The lost Primordial has been busy."
From the treeline, shapes started emerging. Wolves, but not quite right. Some had too many eyes. Others moved like liquid shade. A few shifted between wolf and nightmare forms. "How many?" Kael asked, ice already forming around his hands. "Fifty. Maybe more," Elara answered, her enhanced senses counting heartbeats in the darkness.
