<strong>Tatum</strong>

The moon hung high in the ink-black sky, casting an eerie glow over the dense forest surrounding the pack lands. The scent of damp earth mingled with the musk of the pack as if nature itself held its breath in anticipation. 

The hunters were at our borders, and the future of this pack rested in our hands. The magic that flowed here was strong, created from remnants of the powers my mother once possessed. But there was only so much protection it would ...