Alena

He regards me with a mixture of wariness and wonder, knowing all too well the risks such a venture would entail. “You speak of the Elder Sorceress of the North,” he says, his voice a low rumble in the stillness.

“Yes,” I confirm, my determination shining through. “Her magic is old, older than the mountains that house her lair. She could be our chance to defeat Alpha Jacob—but we must act swiftly.”

King Roak’s expression mirrors the battle-worn ...