Northridge no longer smelled like home.

The once-proud territory now reeked of smoke, the scent of blood never quite fading from the soil. The banners bearing Logan’s crest had been torn down; in their place fluttered the dark insignia of Kia’s rule — a wolf with bared teeth, its eyes a shade of crimson that seemed to bleed even under the sunlight.

Kia had wasted no time claiming what wasn’t his. He ruled with an arrogance that suffocated everyone beneath him. His laughter echoed from ...