The sun had just begun to cast pale streaks across the resort lake when I returned to the cabin. The quiet lapping of water against the dock should have been soothing, but my mind was a storm. Every detail from the trap in the forest, every fragment of the vision, every horrifying truth about my parents and the Shadow—now Blackclaw—Pack pressed against me.

Kristen was sitting at the breakfast table, still in his casual dark shirt and trousers, a steaming mug of coffee cradled between his ...