The Summons
By dawn, Blackthorn was no longer silent. Smoke drifted from the scorched eastern walls, and the scent of blood lingered in the stone corridors. Wolves limped back from the battlefield, some carried, some never rising again.
But the fortress did not pause to mourn. Word had already spread like wildfire: the vault had been breached.
And Lena Hart had emerged with a mark glowing on her palm.
It didn’t matter that the scroll was gone, or that no one could explain what she had done. Rumors flew faster than arrows, reaching neighboring packs before the bodies were cold.
The Alpha Council sent for them before the sun reached its peak.
Dominic received the summons with jaw clenched, his golden eyes unreadable. He said nothing as he strapped his blade to his back, but Lena could
