“Oder! Order!” A pack elder shouted above the noise.

Every powerful werewolf for miles around sat to discuss in the great meeting hall. It was packed tight that night, and smoke curled out of the torches that were hoisted on the wall, casting shadows on the faces of so many strangers.

 Long tables had been dragged in, every seat was filled with warriors, elders, and enough angry werewolves to fill a big city.

Kieran’s hand pressed lightly on my back as he guided, more like dragged me, ...