SCARLETT
Stone cracked beneath my boots as the roar of the Alpha of the First Howl rolled across the valley like the birth cry of a god.
The silver glow of the Moonwell trembled and hissed, sending ripples of light up the cavern walls.
I clutched Kael’s hand, the triune mark blazing against my skin.
Darius stood to my left, lightning crawling over his arms in frantic sparks.
Lucien’s shadows writhed around us like serpents sensing an oncoming storm.
Grandmother Maren raised her staff, her white hair lashing in the sudden wind.
“The veil is breaking,” she warned, voice a sharp echo against the cavern stone. “The First Howl is crossing the boundary.”
Kael’s fire flared in answer, bright enough to blind.
“We can fight,” he growled, jaw tight. “Tell us where.”
Maren’s eyes endless s
