KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

The moon hung heavy, a silvered chalice spilling its eerie glow over the shadow-strewn forest as I paced the silent corridors of our stronghold. Jason was still away, his presence among the shadows lingering like a ghost as he spied on the Black Faes' movements. The days since the conference with the packs' leaders had stretched taut with anticipation, each passing hour a whisper of potential peril.

It was during one such endless evening that the invitation arrived, an ...