Peniel crouched low behind a gnarled tree, her breath steady and her heart pounding in her chest. Every inch of her skin prickled, her instincts warning her of the danger that lurked nearby. She had no idea why she could sense things like this—the faintest rustle of movement, a shift in the air—but it had saved her more times than she cared to count.
It had been only two days since she’d ventured into the pack’s territory and stolen a pouch of gold coins, enough to trade for food and supplies in the nearby villages. But more importantly, it had given her the satisfaction of taking something from the Lunar Solstice Pack, her mother’s murderers. A thrill coursed through her, mixing with the grief she kept locked down, out of sight.
What they didn’t know, what no one knew, was that Peniel c
