Deborah's POV

The assassin was gone. Then, Deborah felt a terrible pain.

Deborah's moon mark on her shoulder burned intensely, like hot silver. She gasped, stepping back, her hand flying to the spot.

This wasn't her usual Alpha power. This felt different, old and strong, pulling at something deep inside her.

The spirit wolves scattered, their ghost-like shapes flickering nervously. They backed away in a wide circle, heads down, ears flat.

Their fear made Deborah feel cold. These wolves ...