The amulet's light faded, but the chaos it had unleashed only intensified.
The Dawnhowl Controller lay dead at Thorne's feet, but her marked sentinels did not flee. They turned on their former packmates with savage precision, their eyes blazing venomous green, their movements coordinated by a single, malevolent will. Three of them. Five. A dozen. More emerged from the shadows of the hall, wolves Elara had shared meals with, warriors she'd trained beside, their faces now masks of corrupted fury.
"The entire Dawnhowl delegation is compromised!" Nyla's second-in-command shouted, but his warning was cut short as one of his own guards drove a claw through his throat.
The hall became a battlefield.
Tables overturned. Benches shattered. Wolves who had been allies moments before now tore at ea
