The invitation was written on the bone.

Literally.

A sliver of white etched with Kael’s sigil, soaked in ancient blood, arrived in our tent before sunrise. It pulsed with heat when I touched it like it recognized me.

“The Alpha is summoned to the Blood Summit. The Omega must complete the Bonefire Rite or forfeit her standing.”

Kael crushed the bone in his hand.

“They want to parade you like a relic.”

“Let them,” I whispered. “I’ll set their altar on fire.”

The summit ...