The air was heavy with the copper tang of blood. Shadows flickered across the ruined clearing where Selene stood, her back pressed against a broken stone pillar, chest rising and falling as if each breath threatened to tear her apart. All around her, the ground was littered with the aftermath of claws, fangs, and fury. Shadowfang warriors fought tooth and nail against intruders who had breached their borders—rogue wolves or perhaps spies sent by rival packs hungry to test Darius’s ...