"Easy for you to say, Luna Queen," another leader accused, his voice laced with venom. "When it is your pack's claws that have spilled blood today."

"Silence!" Alpha Biansky's command thundered through the hall, yet the ice in his words did little to quell the fire of mistrust that had ignited. He stood tall, the silver-white mane framing his face now matted with his son's blood. "This loss is greater than any pack's pride. Do not think I will forget where the blame truly lies."

The fragmented ...