The days after the hunt were a blur for Lyla, filled with new faces, new responsibilities, and an ever-present sense of being watched. Every time she stepped into the forest, she felt the weight of unseen eyes, the hum of ancient power that seemed to ripple through the air. Silverwood was alive more than she could have ever imagined.

She was beginning to understand the pack’s bond and the weight it carried, but there was still so much she didn’t know. Every question she asked seemed to ...