The ruins had gone silent. Not the kind of silence that came after a fight but the eerie calm of something greater approaching. The moonlight above no longer felt warm. It felt… watchful.

After Beta Jonathan’s betrayal, and the clash between Ryan and Henry, I no longer thought about peace reigning again. But here we were. The unconscious wolves had been dragged outside the ruins and tied. Ryan sat nearby, head low, injured and defeated. Henry stayed close to me, arms crossed, eyes never ...