The howl cut through the Forgotten City like a blade, echoing off the ancient stone structures.

Lyla’s heart slammed against her ribs.

They were here.

The pack had come for her.

But they had no idea what they were walking into.

The Marked Ones tensed, their silver eyes flickering with something unreadable anticipation, wariness, or maybe something deeper. The leader, standing beside Lyla, tilted their head slightly as if listening to something only they could hear.

“You knew ...