The memory settled on the high cliffs along the Shadowlands border.
Callan's father stood with his patrol near the edge, alive and unhurt. Behind him, a figure in a rogue's black cloak left the trees carrying an obsidian dagger.
The dagger cut through the ward-runes carved into the cliff stones. One rune went dark, then the next. These were Silver Moon's first defense against an attack from the border.
The figure lowered the hood.
Iris inspected the dead runes and stepped away before the old Alpha turned.
Cries broke out around the Soul Stone. Callan remained on his knees, his eyes fixed on her face above him.
The memory moved faster. Rogues crossed the ruined wards and surrounded the patrol. Callan's father held them off until the last of his wolves fell.
Iris watched from higher g
