Elena's POV
I crouched behind the massive Western Howl Stone, scanning the perimeter for the fifth time in as many minutes. The ancient monolith towered above me—gray granite carved with symbols so old that few in the pack could still interpret them. My fingers traced one worn carving—a wolf howling beneath three moons—as I tried to calm my racing heart.
The wind shifted, bringing the scent of approaching pack members. Friend or foe? I couldn't tell yet.
Jacob sidled up next to me, his broad shoulders tense. "Anything?"
"Not yet," I whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "But someone's coming."
"f**k," he muttered. "We're running out of time."
I checked my watch—just three hours until sunset. The clearing should've been bustling with allies by now, but only eight had arrived, huddled……
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