Silence covered the battlefield.
Damon Cross lay motionless on the ground.
Dead.
The warriors of both armies stared in disbelief.
Moments ago, Damon had been one of the most feared Alphas in the werewolf world.
Now he was gone.
Killed without effort.
Killed by a stranger.
A stranger wearing a silver mask.
Grace couldn't take her eyes off him.
The man's dark cloak moved gently in the wind.
His presence felt wrong.
Ancient.
Powerful.
Dangerous.
Even Aurora was uneasy.
"Be careful," her wolf warned.
"He's not like the others."
The masked man looked directly at Grace.
"The Moon Guardian."
His voice was calm.
Almost emotionless.
Yet somehow it sent chills through everyone who heard it.
Ryder immediately stepped in front of Grace.
His golden eyes narrowed.
"Who are you?"
