The three of them stood in the clearing long after the wolves had dispersed.

Darius, Cassien, and Damien faced one another, the tension still thick in the air, the ground still marked with claw lines and blood. No one spoke at first. The silence was heavy, loaded with the same thought circling all their minds.

Cassien was the first to move. He dragged a hand down his face and let out a slow breath.

“She has to remember,” he said quietly.

Darius lifted his eyes to him. “Yes.”

Damien ...