Louis’ POV ….

The forest felt colder than I remembered.

Branches arched overhead like skeletal fingers, moonlight cutting through them in pale shards as Damien and I walked side-by-side. The wind smelled like old ash and dead memories—exactly as it had the night my pack was destroyed.

“This place feels cursed,” Damien muttered.

“It is,” I replied quietly. “But curses don’t stop us from getting what we came for.”

The Ancient Book—the only hope Aria had of ...