Then she was standing on a cliff overlooking territory that stretched forever in every direction, and four wolves knelt at her feet—black, silver, russet, white—while behind them an army of hundreds bowed their heads and spoke in unison.
Queen, they called her, Alpha Queen.
The ground cracked open beneath her feet and black smoke poured out like blood from a wound, and a howl tore through the dream that made her bones ache with how much rage and hatred it carried.
He's coming, the voice said, panicked now, the one who betrayed us all.
Laura tried to move but couldn't, frozen in place as the smoke rose up and took the shape of a wolf with burning coal eyes that locked onto her with such intensity she felt it like a physical touch.
Mine, it snarled, and the voice was layered with someth
