The howl came again before dawn.

Low. Distant. Wrong.

Evelyn jolted awake, the echo still vibrating through her bones. Her wolf, Aria, stirred restlessly inside her, fur bristling. That sound… it’s not of our kind.

She rose from her bed, throwing on her cloak. The moonlight spilled across the floor, pale and cold. Outside, Silvercrest slept peacefully—unaware of the danger that had begun to stir beyond the forest line.

Ronan was already waiting when she stepped into the courtyard, his ...