The old Silverpaw estate was exactly as depressing as I'd imagined.
Burned timbers jutted from overgrown foundations like broken bones. What had once been a grand mansion was now just charred stone and memories. Twenty-five years of weather had softened some of the destruction, but I could still see scorch marks on the remaining walls. Could still smell old smoke and blood if I concentrated.
My family had died here. My parents. The pack members loyal to them. Everyone burned alive while people like Richard stood by and watched.
The anger that realization brought helped steady my nerves.
I stood at the edge of the clearing alone, as instructed. Well, mostly alone. I knew Caden and Ezra were out there somewhere, hidden beyond the treeline. We'd argued for two hours before reaching a comp
