Chapter 21 Betrayal Beneath

Jake POV Dawn is a thin smear of gray, barely seized from the fog draped over the pack house like a bad dream. Out front, I’m sharpening my blade on a whetstone, the scrape of metal a rhythm against the quiet. Sleep wasn’t happening—not after the circle, not after Fynn’s hollow eyes and that fucking sludge still on my boots. My split lip throbs, my ribs burn, but it’s the crawl in my stomach that gets me going. Something’s off. I can sense it, like a storm gathering on the horizon.