The night burned red.
Flames climbed the walls of Blackwood Castle. Smoke covered the moon. The sound of clashing steel and howling wolves filled the air.
The Shadow Pack had invaded.
Ivy stood at the highest balcony, her white hair whipping around her face. Below her, warriors fought and fell. Blood stained the snow.
She could feel every scream.
She could feel Rowan’s pain.
Their bond was cracked but not gone. It pulsed inside her chest like a wounded heart.
“They are breaking through the east gate!” a guard shouted behind her.
Ivy did not turn.
She could already feel it.
The Shadow King had brought ten allied packs. They came in waves dark wolves with glowing red eyes. They wanted one thing.
Her.
Rowan appeared beside her, breathing hard. He held a sword, though he no longer
