TIBERIUS POV

The air was heavy as our horses galloped into the heart of Nightshade Pack territory. Cassian, Victor, Dorian, Darius, and I rode in grim silence, the weight of failure pressing on our shoulders. Each of us bore wounds—some visible, others buried deep in the heart. And though we all rode as one, we were fractured within.

The Nightshade lands, once vibrant and defiant, now looked subdued. Torches lined the roads but burned low, as if reluctant to be seen. Wolves ...