The mountains rose like sleeping titans in the distance, jagged, ancient, unbothered by the chaos of wolves and war. Hollow Mountain looked exactly as Celeste remembered it: carved into the rocky cliffs like a scar, half-forgotten by time, its stone halls silent as breath held in a moment of suspense.

But this time, she wasn’t a visitor. She was an Alpha. And she had an army behind her.

The convoy arrived just after dawn, battle-worn but orderly. The packs had marched through the night with ...