The moonlight spilled across the Wildlands like a silent river of silver, glistening off the dew-soaked leaves. A calm night by every normal standard. But deep in my bones, I knew better this calm was a lie.

Something stirred beyond the trees. A voice I hadn’t heard before… but somehow recognized.

I sat up from the stone slab I’d made into a bed and listened.

Nothing.

But my wolf bristled.

I threw my cloak over my shoulders and stepped out of my tent. Henry was off with the ...