CHAPTER 57

Serena POV

The wind carried the acrid tang of smoke before I even saw the flames. I was in the heart of Nightshade, checking over Leo, who stirred restlessly in my arms, when the first messenger arrived. His horse was frantic, nostrils flaring, eyes wide with panic, and the banners of Nightshade whipping behind him in the early morning breeze.

“Luna Serena! Alpha Lucien!” he called, voice hoarse from the ride. “It’s—” He swallowed hard, shaking. “It’s Cindral ...