My stomach tightens. “What are their names?”
“The Silver Fang,” she says first. “Then the Red Canyon pack. And the Slade Shadow pack. They’ve stayed hidden for years, but their leaders have always spoken against the royals. Lately, they’ve grown bolder. I’ve heard whispers that they’re gathering strength.”
I commit the names to memory, the syllables burning themselves into my mind like brands. I’ve never heard of any of them, but the way she says their names—like curses—tells me they’re real.
“Do you know where they are?” I ask.
“No,” she says quickly. “No one outside their circles does. They guard their locations fiercely. But they’re somewhere beyond the rogue borders.”
Jace and I exchange a look. He’s already thinking about logistics, mapping possibilities. I can tell. But all I ca
