The storm rolled in without warning.

Dark clouds gathered over Shadowfang as lightning split the sky, turning the fortress walls silver for brief flashes before drowning them in shadow again. The air smelled of rain and iron. The pack had been on edge for days, ever since Selene’s vision in the Moonstone Cavern. Darius had doubled the patrols, posted guards around every border, and barely slept.

Selene stood by the window of her room, watching the storm. Her reflection in the glass looked ...