I stand in the study, staring down at the reports Simon just handed me. The rogues are testing our borders again, getting bolder, more coordinated, even though it is fairly early in the morning. They’ve figured out Maya is here, or at least they suspect it. The air around the estate is thick with tension, and my pack is restless.

It’s not just the rogues, though. The hunters are moving, too. They’ve caught whispers of something, and it won’t be long before they follow the scent straight ...