The storm broke the sky open.
Thunder rolled like a drumbeat of gods at war, and lightning flared with no rain to soften it—just light and noise and omen. From his place high in the Frostfang Peaks, Raze stared into the storm.
He felt it in his marrow.
Not just the Hollow waking.
Not just Cain slipping past the wards again.
Her.
Aelira had crossed the threshold. The Eye had opened for her—and what returned from it wasn’t the girl he trained. Wasn’t the sister he’d never truly had. Wasn’t even the lover he’d marked.
She was something else now.
Something older.
“She knows,” he murmured.
Behind him, the pack stirred.
Kael, his second, stepped forward. “Then it’s time?”
Raze nodded slowly. “Gather the Bloodbound. And send word to the other Alphas. If she remembers the old name—if s
