Kade stood over the scorched clearing where River had unleashed his magic. Smoke curled from the blackened grass, and the faint scent of charred flesh still hung in the air. He cradled his son against his chest, jaw clenched with fury.
Sasha was dead. Vexxa, too. But the war was far from over.
Thorn arrived moments later, shifting from wolf to man mid-stride, panting from the long run. "I have it," he said, voice ragged. "The exact location. Beneath the Ridge of Hollow Eyes. The Conclave is there. They're preparing to finish the ritual tonight."
Kade turned to him, eyes blazing. "Then so are we."
Within the hour, the Crescent Moon pack assembled—every warrior, every witch, every able body ready for war. Seraphina rallied the Starseed witches, who glowed with moonlight and fury. Nova st
