"Look at this," Thorne interjected, holding up a sinister-looking talisman. "It's meant to suppress a werewolf's transformation. To keep us weak."

"Control," Elara concluded, her gaze gravely meeting mine. "They want to control our kind, bend us to their will."

A cold fury settled in my chest, but there was no time for rage. This revelation confirmed our worst fears; The Black Faes sought not only dominance but the subjugation of our people.

"Take everything," I ordered, my voice a calm ...