The sky refused to clear.

Thick black clouds hovered over Arleta like a blanket of doom, muffling the moonlight that had once been my guide. The Moon Goddess was silent now. Her light… fading.

We had returned from the broken tomb, and every soul in the pack lands felt the shift. The air was denser. The birds no longer sang. Wolves howled not out of celebration but in warning.

In the war tent, Ryan stood at the center of the long oak table. Maps were spread across it, marked with black ...