I ran through the pack territory, my heart pounding with every step. The afternoon sun was warm on my face, but I felt nothing but cold dread.
Mira was gone. The sweet girl who'd trusted me with her fears, who'd hugged me like I was family, who'd been so scared of the shadows that followed her—she was gone, and there was blood on her floor.
The command hut was chaos when I arrived. Warriors crowded around the central table, maps spread out before them, voices overlapping in urgent discussion. Damon stood at the head, his face carved from stone, issuing orders in a voice that cut through the noise like a blade.
Caleb was there too, leaning over a map, pointing at locations along the border. He looked up when I entered, and for just a moment, our eyes met. Then he looked away, his express
