The grand ballroom of the Bloodwood Pack was a graveyard of shattered crystal and heavy, suffocating silence.

Where there had once been the lively hum of allied Alphas, the clinking of champagne glasses, and the opulent celebration of Lyla Fawn’s ascension, there

The air at the Northern Keep was different than it was in the valley. It was sharper, cleaner, carrying the scent of pine needles and undisturbed snow. It was the smell of absolute freedom.

Valeriana stood on the stone balcony of the commander’s quarters, a steaming m