The night sky stretched endlessly above the Blackwood pack’s clearing, the moon’s glow illuminating the faces of the gathered wolves. The air was heavy with tension, thick with the unspoken knowledge of the battles to come. Lyla stood among them, her heart pounding as she looked around. Though she had come far since her arrival in Silverwood, she felt the weight of what lay ahead pressing down on her shoulders.

Kane’s Ridge pack had been corrupted by the Dark Root and transformed into ...