A month had passed since Zane Hawthorne returned to Ravenshore, and the Bloodmoon Pack was no longer the same.
What once felt like a hollow, wounded land, recovering from attacks, pulsed with life and command. The ruined outposts had been rebuilt. The training grounds were fortified. Patrols ran in perfect rhythm, and the wolves had stopped glancing over their shoulders when they heard his name.
Their Alpha was back. The scars of attacks had not vanished, but under Zane’s rule, they were healing into something stronger.
He was the reason they stood again.
And yet, Zane felt nothing.
He moved through each day like a machine carved of duty and rage. Every dawn began before the first howl, every night ended well past midnight. He worked until his body begged for rest, and then worked s
