"Commander Vlad, Gamma Regin, Delta Caleb," I called out, my voice echoing in the grand, candlelit chamber. Their eyes snapped to me, standing tall and ready. "Go find Knox. Remember, don't hurt him. Don't let him hurt himself. If he resists, use the sedative. But under no circumstances let him cross our pack boundaries."

"Luna," they responded in unison, their voices as solid and resolute as their stances. They turned to leave, but I stopped them with a raised ...