The air tightened like a noose around my throat.

Jonathan stood in the broken archway of the old ruins, his crossbow steady, his black eyes gleaming with wicked delight. Behind him, several wolves emerged from the Blue Howl but their faces didn’t show loyalty. They were empty, like controlled pawns, and my wolf immediately sensed it.

This wasn’t just a search party.

It was a trap.

“You look surprised to see me, Lara,” Jonathan said, his voice silky and mocking. “I told Ryan to ...