Zayde's Point of View
The forest is quiet this far north. Shadows stretch between the trees, and mist curls low around the trunks like.
I park my truck just before the treeline, shut off the engine before quickly getting out and making my way into the woods on foot.
Elijah had sent me the coordinates, old ruins deep past the pack's boundaries. He said we should meet on neutral ground.
By the time I reach the clearing, the moon is high overhead, pale and sharp. Elijah stands in the center, dressed in black, his hands folded behind his back like he has been waiting for hours.
He doesn’t look at me when I step into the clearing.
“You came.”
“I said I would.”
He turns around, his crimson eyes settling on mine.
“You look so much like your father. He carried the same weight on his shou
