The central chamber of The Black Faes' stronghold was a cavern of nightmares, its walls writhing with shadows that seemed to breathe with malevolent life. I could feel the weight of darkness press against my fur as Jude and I crept forward, our steps silent but hearts thundering.

"Alpha Biansky," I called out, my voice echoing off the stone, "your reign of terror ends tonight."

From the depths of the chamber, a figure emerged. Alpha Biansky stood before us, his gaunt frame almost skeletal in ...