Meanwhile, within the territory of the Blackthorn Pack, a shadow flickered between the rows of houses, moving with a ghost-like silence that went unnoticed by the sleeping world.
Silas Veylor had already secured the list: every bystander who had witnessed Selena’s fall and every merchant nearby who might have caught a glimpse of her humiliation. To Silas, these people had two choices—digest what they saw along with their dinner and forget it forever, or face the end of their lives.
The Elders were already circling like vultures, waiting for any sign of weakness to challenge Selena’s claim to the Alpha’s throne. Then there was this "Adrian," a scavenger looking to feast on the prestige and wealth of the Blackthorn name. If word of Selena’s public struggle reached the wrong ears, her posit
