Chapter 18
Kevin’s POV
The reports were stacked high on his desk, all flagged with red tabs. Three packs had reported outbreaks—persistent fevers, weakness, fatigue.
Wolves didn’t fall sick like that. Not without magic or poison.
None of it had reached Blood Moon. Yet.
But the pattern was changing. Rapidly.
The first outbreak had occurred nearly three years ago, in a small, isolated pack near the Mexico border. It swept through them like wildfire—unrelenting, unstoppable. They’d called it a rogue fever at first, a curse, a punishment from the gods. Within weeks, the pack was gone. Wiped out. Only a handful of survivors remained, scattered and broken. The rest were buried in unmarked graves or burned when their bodies turned too cold to recognize.
The councils had dismissed it as re
