The forest remained unnaturally quiet long after the Oracle vanished.
No birds sang.
No insects chirped.
Even the wind seemed unwilling to disturb the silence that had settled over everyone.
Aria stood motionless, her fingers tightening around the carved wooden wolf that Cassian had given her as a child. Until now, it had been nothing more than a treasured keepsake she barely remembered receiving.
Now...
It had become proof.
Proof that the man history called a traitor had once loved her family enough to carve a toy with his own hands.
She couldn't understand it.
Nothing made sense anymore.
Her parents had trusted him.
The Guardian had defended him.
Darius believed he had been framed.
Yet the entire werewolf world feared his name.
How could all of those things be true at once?
