Pecan's pov
The day started like any other, but there was something in the air today that I couldn't quite place. A restlessness stirred inside me, something primal that I hadn't experienced before. The pack house felt quieter than usual, as though the walls themselves were holding their breath. I tried to brush off the unsettling feeling, attributing it to the stress of recent events, but as the hours passed, I felt it intensifying. The faint, burning warmth coursing through my veins was impossible to ignore.
