Moonlight In Chains (Trinity and Asher) novel Chapter 162

**CHAPTER 162**

The air was thick with a metallic scent that clung to my senses, sharp and undeniable. I halted mid-stride, my heart racing as I turned to Asher. His gray eyes were narrowed, a look of alertness etched across his face, muscles taut with tension despite the comforting warmth of the packhouse surrounding us.

“Did you catch that?” I whispered, my voice barely above a murmur.

He nodded, his expression serious. “Yeah. We need to figure this out before anyone starts to panic.”

I pulled the blanket closer around my shoulders, seeking its warmth as I trailed behind him to the window that framed the treeline. The moonlight sliced through the branches, illuminating shadows that danced in a manner that felt distinctly out of place among the familiar silhouettes of the forest.

Gage and Arlo, who had been playfully teasing Emily just moments ago, appeared behind us, the playful banter replaced by a palpable tension. Every instinct within them was on high alert.

“Something’s out there,” Gage muttered, his gaze piercing through the darkness. “And it’s not something small. I can smell it… big, wild. Definitely not human.”

Arlo crouched, his posture mimicking that of a wolf on the hunt, sniffing the air intently. “It’s close. Too close. Whatever it is, it’s bleeding.”

Emily, who had been seated quietly in the armchair, straightened her back, her silence speaking volumes. I could see her hands gripping the edge of the blanket tightly, knuckles white as fear began to creep in.

Asher turned to us, his voice steady and commanding. “We need to investigate. Quietly. Gage, you’re with me. Arlo, stay here and watch over Emily and the packhouse. Trinny, stay close.”

I nodded, determination flooding my veins. “I’m ready.”

We slipped out of the back door, the forest welcoming us with the earthy scent of damp soil and decaying leaves. The metallic tang of blood was more potent here, close to the treeline. My eyes widened as I spotted patches of dark red staining the grass and dirt, glistening ominously in the moonlight.

“What do you think it is?” I asked, my voice low, a whisper that barely penetrated the stillness around us.

Asher shook his head, his brow furrowing in thought. “Could be a rogue animal. A bear, maybe a wolf from another territory… or even a shifter that lost control. It could also be a scavenger that attacked something else.”

Gage grunted in agreement. “Whatever it is, it’s hurt. And it’s still out there.”

We moved with caution, following the trail, relying on our bond to navigate through the darkness, sensing each other’s positions and energies. The forest felt different tonight—quieter, almost as if it was holding its breath. Every rustle of leaves sent my heart racing, and every snap of a twig echoed like a warning bell.

The trail led us to a small clearing a few hundred meters from the packhouse. The moonlight illuminated a haunting scene before us.

A large deer lay motionless on the ground, one side mangled and its chest soaked with dark, congealed blood. Nearby, large and uneven paw prints—perhaps claw marks—were pressed deep into the earth.

“Definitely not human,” Asher whispered, his voice barely more than a breath. “And big.”

I knelt beside the deer, a pang of sorrow washing over me. Even in the wild, death was a brutal affair. Yet what troubled me most were the tracks; they were abnormal, suggesting that something had torn through here with an unimaginable strength.

“Look at the ground,” Gage said, crouching beside us. “It came from over there. Deeper into the forest. That’s where the larger tracks lead.”

I followed his gaze, a shiver running down my spine. “We should report this to the pack. If it’s that big, we can’t handle it alone.”

Asher shook his head, his expression firm. “Not yet. We need to understand what we’re dealing with first. If we go back unprepared, we risk exposing the entire pack.”

I agreed, though my gut churned with unease, warning me that whatever lurked in the shadows might be intelligent and swift.

We pressed on, moving silently, the tracks guiding us deeper into the dark embrace of the forest. The scent of blood intensified, mingling with an earthy, almost chemical odor that felt wrong, unnatural.

“Whatever did this… it’s not normal,” Gage muttered, his voice tense and low.

I felt my senses sharpening, the bond with Asher and Gage humming quietly, each of us attuned to the other’s focus, fear, and anticipation. It was as if a living thread connected us, heightening our awareness, sharpening our instincts.

Suddenly, the underbrush rustled to our left. I froze, and Asher mirrored my stillness. Gage crouched low, muscles coiled like a spring ready to release.

Then, a large figure emerged, moving with a swift grace that belied its size. The moonlight revealed a massive wolf, larger than any I had ever seen, its fur matted with blood, eyes glowing eerily in the dim light. Its breathing was ragged, ears pinned back, and it carried an unmistakable scent of desperation.

I swallowed hard. “It’s injured… but it’s dangerous.”

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