It started with a single howl, sharp, broken, and wrong.

Celeste’s head snapped up mid-sip of cider, instinct already overriding the calm. Her wolf surged forward, fur bristling beneath her skin.

Hunter was on his feet beside her in the same breath. “That’s not one of ours.”

Another howl followed, this one closer. Then a scream, followed by chaos.

Celeste flung her mug to the ground and turned toward the clearing just as three shadows burst from the trees, dark-furred rogues with ...