KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

The ominous whispers of The Black Faes had begun to seep into the very marrow of our pack, chilling and relentless. As I paced the length of my chamber, the soft patter of my feet against the stone floor did little to soothe the turmoil within. Their threat loomed over us like a storm cloud ready to burst, and I could almost taste the electric tension in the air. Jason's concerns echoed my own-our thriving South pack could only remain prosperous if we stood vigilant against ...