The moon hung low in the sky, casting its silver glow over Bloodmoon’s land. The pack had settled into the rhythm of the night, but tension still simmered beneath the surface. Ever since Aikan and Noah swore their loyalty to Kane, the pack had been in a delicate balance—one that could be tipped at any moment.
I walked along the forest’s edge, my senses sharp. Kane had increased the number of patrols after the rogue attack, but something told me that the real danger was still ahead of us.
And that danger had a name.
Syren.
Kane’s mother.
The woman who should have been dead.
I exhaled slowly, my breath visible in the crisp night air. The wind shifted. A scent drifted toward me, faint but distinct.
Blood.
My body tensed as I followed the scent, my pulse quickening. I moved swiftly thr
