"Careful with it," Zayn barked, standing with his arms crossed, watching two wolves wrestle a massive stone totem across the uneven field.
The old relic was heavy, carved deep with ancient markings that none of them fully understood yet. Lily had found these totems first, with her sharp eyes and stubborn spirit.
Zayn's mouth tightened at the thought.
Understanding the totems could wait. Right now, the priority was hiding them.
At least until Alpha King Dace, the accompanying Alphas, and their men were off pack grounds.
One overheard rumor, one careless whisper—and everything they had clawed to rebuild would come crashing down.
Ezra came up beside him, arms folded loosely, watching the slow progress.
“They’ll get it there," Ezra said with a grunt. "It’s just a damn rock. Not like they’re moving the moon.”
Zayn didn’t smile. His eyes stayed locked on the dragging trail the totem cut through the dirt.
