The night split open with the sound of a howl.

It wasn’t a Shadowfang howl. It wasn’t the long, steady call of a pack declaring their presence. No…..this one was broken, ragged, torn through the throat of something wild and hungry.

Selene bolted upright in her bed, her chest tight, every nerve alive with warning. She didn’t need the moonlight dripping through the window to tell her something was wrong. She felt it in her blood.

A crash echoed through the fortress walls. Then a ...