CHAPTER 55: MOONFALL'S LIVING LIE
CALEB'S POV
We came back to Blackmoor to find it had been busy while we were gone.
I felt it before we cleared the outer gate — that specific frequency in the pack bond that meant collective unease, the kind that had a direction to it, a target. Not the diffuse anxiety of an external threat but the pointed kind, the kind that meant people had been talking and had arrived somewhere they were comfortable staying. I had been Alpha long enough to know the difference between a pack that was scared and a pack that had been handed something to be scared of.
Someone had been working while we were away.
