The Lunar Fang Pack had been steeped in grief for days after saying farewell to old Kade. His absence lingered in the halls of Hollow Mountain and in every shared silence during the move. The warriors carried themselves with dignity, but even pups seemed to tread softly, as if afraid to disturb the sorrow in the air.

Celeste, standing on the half-packed dais of what would no longer be their home, caught the heaviness in everyone’s movements. Hunter’s jaw was tight. He was the kind of Alpha ...