*Shadow Pack — The Sacred Grounds, Night*
The Shadow Pack’s sacred grounds were carved deep into the mountain, a hollow chamber where moonlight shone through cracks in the stone. Torches lined the walls, but they burned with black flame.
Crystal stood barefoot on the rough stone circle, she gasped softly as the priestesses surrounded her. Their robes were ink-dark, their voices low as they chanted words in a tongue she had never heard. Their faces were painted with streaks of ashes, their eyes glowing faintly in the dim.
It felt like stepping into the belly of the mountain.
Ryder stood at the edge of the circle, his golden eyes fixed on her. His wolf, Aiden, prowled restless beneath his skin, growling against the restraint Ryder forced on him. Everything in him screamed to pull Crystal
