The full moon hung low over Shadowfang’s fortress, its silver glow spilling through the windows like liquid frost. Selene lay awake, unable to calm the pulse of energy beneath her skin. Every heartbeat throbbed with a strange rhythm, deep and heavy, as though the moon itself was calling to her.

She pressed a hand to her chest. The warmth spreading through her veins was unfamiliar, frightening. It wasn’t the same raw surge she felt during battle, this was softer, darker, crawling under her ...