Aurora's POV
“There’s no face left. Just a message carved into the chest.”
He looked directly at Zayne.
“It says: STOP SEARCHING OR SHE DIES.”
Zane froze. Alan cursed. Clara gasped.
And my entire wolf went cold.
“Who?” I whispered. “Who dies?”
The guard swallowed, then lifted a trembling hand and pointed at me.
“Aurora,” he whispered.
“Your name was carved into the tree.” My stomach dropped immediately. I was unable to breathe.
Just as I was planning to attend, the Blood Moon Gathering. The invitation arrived at dawn, sealed with dark red wax, stamped with a crescent moon and the claw-marked emblem of the High Alphas’ Council.
My hands trembled as I held it. Only the most powerful packs in the region ever received a summons to the Blood Moon Gathering.
For centuries, it had
