The training circle was packed by sunrise. Lanterns guttered in the damp morning air, throwing long, uncertain shadows over the assembled wolves and humans alike. The hush was heavy.

Celeste stood in the center of the circle, her eyes sweeping over her people, hers now more than ever. Hunters, warriors, elders and pups peering from their mothers’ skirts. The reformed rogues. The old Silver Moon guard. Shadow Fang’s veterans. All of them waiting.

Hunter was at her shoulder, silent and ...