The air was thick with tension.

Wolves stood on all sides, the packs of Silverwood forming a half-circle around Lyla and her Forsaken.

On one side Eli, Jorah, and the other pack Alphas. Their gazes burned with uncertainty, confusion, and fear.

On the other Kane and his Ridge wolves. Watching. Waiting.

And in the middle

Lyla.

Her silver eyes locked onto Kane, who stood just beyond the gathered wolves, his expression dripping with amusement.

"You never do anything small, do you, ...