"The new moon is five days away, and there will be a lot of people," Joan reminded him. "The king and the five alphas. The new moon falls the night after the welcoming party. Do you think you can handle it?"

Cris remained silent for a moment, his gaze drifting to his surroundings. Before his pack had fallen and the years of slavery began, he had visited the Blue Moon pack twice with his father. Their packs were neighbors, sharing natural resources like the mining ...