My howl split the night air, carrying an authority that made every wolf in the clearing freeze mid-attack. The sound was unlike anything I'd ever heard, not just a wolf's call, but something older, more primal. The voice of an Alpha calling her pack to heel.
And they answered. Even the Northern Alliance wolves faltered, their instincts warring with their orders as the ancient power in my voice commanded their submission.
Lord Donovan's face had gone white as bone. He finally understood what he was truly facing, not just the last Blackthorne heir, but something far more dangerous than he'd imagined.
I padded toward the platform where Lord Donovan stood frozen, my unique colouring making me unmistakable in the moonlight. Each step I took seemed to echo with the weight of seventeen years o
