LUCIAN SLADE

The pack did not sleep that night.

I could feel it through the ground, through the walls of the pack house, through the restless pulse of wolves pacing, whispering, arguing. Fear had a sound. It was low and constant, like a drumbeat beneath everything else.

Rogues had crossed our borders and lived long enough to leave me bleeding in the forest.

That alone was enough to make the elders furious.

The fact that they had succeeded in wounding an Alpha made it worse.

I sat upright in ...