Gabriel The Bellmoon packhouse always pulled me back into some sort of memory loop.

The all stone and timber structure, built to project strength and tradition. As a kid, it was one of the most impressive structures I had ever seen. But now it just looked like a monument that showed stubborn pride.

I pushed through the heavy doors into the lobby. A few pack members stood near the bulletin board, their conversations dying the moment they noticed me. The Alpha King's presence had that immediate ...