Fiona's POV

The sun had barely touched the treetops when the elder wolf's words began to settle in the back of my mind. Sabrina was far from defeated. For now, our pack had won, but there was a quiet, ominous feeling of unfinished business lingering in the cool morning air.

I felt Sebastian's hand tighten on my shoulder as if sensing my worry. He turned me gently to face him, his eyes soft but steady. "Hey, no dark thoughts yet," he murmured, brushing a stray hair from my cheek. "We made it ...