Elena’s POV
It had only been a couple of months since I had last set foot in Crescent Hollow. Not nearly long enough.
The pack derived its name from the tall mountain that stood just behind it, towering above the entire territory like a great, looming claw reaching into the sky. The mountain had a hooked peak, hence the name: Crescent Peak.
Right now, the moon was hanging perfectly in the sky, just above the mountain’s highest point. No one had ever summited that mountain before because of the shape, although many had tried, and a few had even died during their attempts.
I suppressed a shudder at the sight of it. It was beautiful and terrible all at once—the perfect symbol of the same pack that had taken everything from me.
The grounds of Crescent Hollow itself were well-maintained,
