Erick’s POV

The sun rose blood-red over the Cursed Forest. Erick stood at the edge of the old meeting grounds, watching seventy Outcast wolves prepare for war. They sharpened weapons, reinforced armor, and performed ancient rites from before the Council's rule. The air smelled of steel, sweat, and the sharp ozone scent of pre-battle magic.

Through their damaged bond, he felt Deborah's presence flickering like a candle in a storm. The Eclipse Ignition had started. He had felt it the moment ...