Lyla stood at the heart of the Forgotten City, surrounded by both her pack and the Marked Ones.

But she had never felt more alone.

The weight of their stares pressed down on her, the air thick with unspoken words.

She had emerged from the Trial of Shadows changed.

The power inside her was no longer quiet.

The moment her eyes had snapped open glowing silver like the Marked Ones she had felt the shift.

She wasn’t the same.

And the pack knew it.

Mason’s jaw was tight, his ...