Phoebe’s POVThe morning sun touched the edge of the windows, but I had been up long before the light came. The air in the Moonhowl Pack house was quiet, almost too quiet. I walked through the hallways slowly, each step light but steady. I had hoped for a message. A letter. Even a messenger. But nothing had come. Not since Nathaniel left.Mia, my wolf, stirred inside me.“He’s taking too long,” she said. “He should have sent something by now.”“I know,” I whispered back, glancing at the door again. “But he’s careful. He doesn’t like to speak too soon.”“Still,” Mia growled softly, “we should know something. I don’t like the quiet.”Neither did I.I walked out into the open yard where the wind picked up a little. The morning drills had started. A group of warriors was lined up at the training grounds, their swords clashing in short bursts, their feet moving in practiced rhythm. I stood to the side at first, watching them spar. Some of them noticed me and gave short nods. Others barely
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