The cold night air was still, but Damian’s scouts—trained to read even the quietest ripple in the shadows—sensed movement near the northern border.They weren’t mistaken.

Lurking through the dense forest, Lila’s spies crept silently, cloaked in darkness and laced with dark magic, their orders clear: observe, report, and signal the best moment to strike.

But they hadn’t expected Damian’s border scouts—an elite group handpicked and trained solely for one task: guarding the pack’s ...