Henry stared at the maps spread across his desk until the territorial boundaries blurred together. Three weeks. Twenty-one days since Charlotte had run into the Whispering Woods. His pack was falling apart.The reports kept coming. Each one worse than the last.Seven more wolves too weak to shift. The eastern hunting grounds completely empty of game. Two entire crop fields withered overnight. The plants turned to ash that crumbled at the slightest touch. And now the children. The youngest pups ...