The wolves were howling again.
Daisy ran.
Rain lashed her face as she tore through the frost-coated forest, heart pounding in her chest. Twigs snapped under her boots, and somewhere in the distance, a horn sounded low and haunting.
They were questioning Mira again. She didn’t need confirmation. She felt it in her bones.
If Mira cracked… if she said the wrong thing…
It would be her end.
“I need to be fast before I fall," she muttered to herself.
Daisy burst through the Vale Pack gates with a guard’s spear nearly to her throat.
“Stop! State your purpose—”
“Luna Alexa,” Daisy gasped. “Tell her it’s Daisy. Tell her it’s urgent.”
The guard didn’t move at first. He just looked her up and down. Her oaked cloak, mud on her boots, wild eyes.
“Daisy,” he repeated. “From where?”
“Greyer P
