The air was about to burst. Thorn's growl thundered, wolves leaned forward on their claws, and my shadows coiled like snakes, ready to bite.
Then there was a horn.
From the southern watchtower came a low, mournful carrying. All heads jerked in the direction of the noise. The room went cold.
Once more, the horn sounded.
Not a warning. Calls.
An older wolf with blood-matted fur and a heaving chest stumbled through the doors. His face was hollowed by fear as his gaze shifted to Thorn and then to me.
He exclaimed, "They're in the woods."
“This time, it's not shadows. flesh. Wolves. The crescent marks it.”
In an instant, the coup broke up, with some wolves snarling at the danger and others staring at me as though I was responsible for the attack.
Kalen's teeth were exposed. "It starts
