The first thing Desiree had felt was wrongness.

The healer’s hall was supposed to be the safest place in the pack. Guards posted outside. Wards on the doors. Spells woven into stone.

Yet the presence in the room did not feel human.

Yet something had shifted.

Desiree opened her eyes.

The lamp on the far wall was still burning, but it only illuminated where Roman was kept, leaving shadows around that would soon turn out to be a hiding spot whatever or whoever was sent to take away ...