The night was heavy with mist, the kind that crawled low across the ground and made every shadow look alive. Selene stood on the ridge, her cloak whipping in the wind, eyes fixed on the border where Shadowfang land met Bloodmoon’s territory. The air reeked of iron and smoke. Even before she saw them, she could feel them—the presence of wolves waiting, prowling just beyond the tree line.

“They’re here,” she whispered.

Darius moved up beside her, tall and steady as stone. His silver ...