Alana's pov
Been two nights since that closeness with pack. The next day he just acted as if nothing happened the previous night, but I just decided to let it slide.
For now I need to go and do something important, and time is no longer on my side.
The wind on the outskirts of the territory carried a strange bite that night, as though it knew secrets it wasn't ready to share.
I found myself back in the Phantom Pack's secluded enclave, tucked within a hollowed grove where the trees seemed to lean inward, their gnarled branches protecting something ancient and powerful.
The mist was thick, curling around my ankles like a warning, but I pressed on, guided by the weight of questions I could no longer ignore.
