The Dark Moon Pack’s annual ball was a grand affair, a night of celebration and revelry. But for Marisol, it was a night of dread. She knew that something was wrong. It felt so imminent, and it loomed over her head like a dark cloud. Something was so off, but she couldn’t put a finger on it.

The werewolf dignitaries had arrived from their various packs, their presence filling the air with an undercurrent of power and tension. At first, Marisol felt their eyes on her, their judgment and ...