Malcom’s POV
Outskirts of the New Snow Moon Pack
If only these foolish wolves knew they didn’t own everything. Maybe then, this day wouldn’t feel so cold. Maybe it could have been different—something to contrast with the blood and betrayal that now stained it. But who am I to talk?
Nyx, my Lycan, stirred uneasily in my mind.
“We should leave, Malky.”
He was right. The sharp chill of this place didn’t suit us. We were creatures of sand and sun, of warmth and fire. The icy air cut deeper than any blade, yet it wasn’t the worst thing we’d endured. Wolves were abandoning their packs left and right, tired of the instability and betrayal festering under weak leadership.
As for Nyx and me, our reason for leaving was far simpler: disgust. We left when one of those fools turned on his fated m
