*Starblood Pack — Western Border, Dusk*

  The wind carried the faint smell of ashes even here. It clung to Ryder’s clothes, to Crystal’s hair, to every wolf who had walked through Moonlight’s ruin. Starblood’s forest should have felt like home, but tonight, the trees loomed like watchful guards.

  Ryder led the scouting party himself. He needed movement, needed something to push against besides the image of bleeding pups. Beside him, Luca and Darius flanked the path. Evren moved ...