The tension in the air was so thick it felt like a living thing, pressing down on Aisling as she stood in the middle of the grand foyer, surrounded by the quiet murmur of Caden’s pack members preparing for what felt like an inevitable clash with Lucien. The storm outside continued to rage, lightning flashing across the sky, briefly illuminating the estate’s darkened corridors. The weight of the situation bore down on her, but amid the fear and uncertainty, a new resolve had taken root in her heart. If war was coming, she would not cower.
After a restless night filled with half-formed dreams of shadowy figures and a looming darkness that threatened to swallow everything, Aisling knew what she had to do. She needed to understand Caden’s world better—to see where he came from, the kingdom he
