Chapter 22
The message fires were lit that night. Flames burned along the ridges surrounding Blackwood Valley, rising high enough to be seen for miles. Each fire carried a signal older than memory itself—a call only wolves understood. Lena stood beside Kael as the first beacon ignited. “You really think they’ll come?” she asked. Kael watched the flames carefully. “Some will.” “And the others?” Lena asked. “They’ll wait,” Kael said. “To see who survives.” Ronan approached from behind. “That’s how wolves work.” Lena crossed her arms. “You don’t sound very hopeful.” Ronan smirked. “I’m realistic.” The firelight flickered across the valley. Suddenly Lena felt something shift inside her chest. Her power stirred—stronger than before. A low hum filled her ears. “What is that?” she whispere
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