The mountains roared again.
A deep, grinding sound echoed across the valley like stone grinding against stone. Snow slid down the distant peaks in slow avalanches as something massive moved beneath the earth.
The wolves stiffened.
Even the strongest Alphas felt it.
Ancient.
Predatory.
Watching.
Ivy stood perfectly still, her silver eyes locked on the dark mountain range. The Luna Crown Mark on her collarbone burned faintly beneath her skin.
Her wolf was restless.
Not afraid.
Alert.
Like a hunter recognizing a rival predator.
Rowan stepped closer beside her.
“You know what that thing is, don’t you?”
Ivy exhaled slowly.
“I don’t know exactly.”
She turned toward Seraphine.
“But she does.”
The old witch’s face had gone pale.
Seraphine rarely showed fear.
Tonight, she could
