The night was thick with tension, the sky above the pack’s second defense line shrouded in bruised clouds. Lucian stood tall, his expression carved from steel as he led the Gamma and the elite warriors through the narrow pass of the secondary perimeter—a sacred boundary meant to keep darkness from bleeding into the heart of the pack.Behind him, the warriors stood ready, their armor gleaming beneath the flickering torchlight. The Gamma, ever silent, flanked his left. His eyes held a strange ...