"The Skyhowlers?" The name itself was a chilling whisper among the human captives, a constant dread. They were the reigning warrior pack, a relentless force that swept through the land, destroying camps and packs, leaving fewer and fewer humans in their wake.

Issa's eyes widened, and the cool morning air, already biting, now felt like ice against her skin. Her chapped lips trembled slightly at the information she was hearing.

Lena, her face streaked with tears that ran freely, choked out, ...