The first howl echoed across Black Hollow.
Then another.
And another.
Until the night itself seemed to sing.
Every wolf in Kael’s territory lifted their heads toward the shattered sky.
The sound rolled across mountains, forests, rivers, and forgotten places where ancient bloodlines still survived.
The throne had called.
And something answered.
Deep beneath Draven Ridge, the cavern trembled.
Azhrael felt it immediately.
The darkness beyond the crack shifted uneasily.
NO.
The single word shook the mountain.
The throne answered with silver light.
The Devourer’s anger intensified.
Midnight frowned.
“That sounded worried.”
The Hollow King stared at her.
“You made the cosmic horror nervous.”
Lucien pointed dramatically.
“I would like everyone to appreciate how insane that sen
