The roar echoed across Black Hollow territory long after the mountains stopped trembling.
Every wolf inside the pack house stood frozen in silence.
Fear spread like wildfire.
Not ordinary fear.
Instinctive fear.
A fear which she might not know personally, but feels it by heart.
The kind buried deep inside ancient bloodlines.
Lyra’s pulse thundered violently beneath her skin while silver light flickered uncontrollably around her fingertips.
That voice still echoed inside her mind.
Moon Blessed.
It hadn’t sounded distant this time.
It sounded aware.
Watching.
Waiting.
Kael tightened his grip around her wrists gently.
“Lyra.”
His voice grounded her slightly.
The silver glow dimmed little by little.
But the cold dread inside her chest remained.
Darius looked toward the north
