The heavens wept blood the day after Melucia took up the Alpha's throne.

Red lightning splintered across the skies, ripping at the storm clouds with claws ripping. A black, un-natural shuddering shook beneath the earth—like something ancient had stirred and was opening for the first time in ages. The trees groaned not from the wind, but from fear. Even the moon goddess, it appeared, had turned face from it.

The Black Claw Pack had fallen.

Wolves across the countryside knelt in silent ...