{ "Beware of the Fury of a greedy woman"}
The world cracked open, and a thunderous boom shook the very bones of the Bay shifter pack, rattling windows and sending a deep tremor through the floor. I bolted upright, heart already pounding before I was even fully awake. The air was thick, electric, charged with something ancient and violent. Then I heard it. Gale. My Lycan roared in my skull, primal and furious, a sound so deep it split me open.
Ashanai!
The name tore through me like claws. My vision blurred with red heat. The weight of her presence pressed on the territory like a sickness in the earth. Beside me, Freyr sprang from the bed, already in motion. His eyes flashed as he pulled on clothes, movement swift and practiced. "Get dressed. Now!"
My body trembled, not with fear, but with the rage of something sacred and instinctive waking inside me. My wolf was no longer stirring, it was rising. "She's here," I growled, voice not fully mine. "Ashanai is here."
