The infirmary in the Blood Moon pack house was suffocatingly quiet. It wasn't the silence of peace, but the grim, heavy stillness of a graveyard. Dozens of elite warriors lay on the crisp white cots, shivering uncontrollably. Their skin was pale, their veins spider-webbed with the same sickening, necrotic black that had claimed Alpha Victor.
Elara stood at the center of the room, her silver eyes filled with deep sorrow. She had managed to push back the mist, but she couldn't heal the shadow-bites. The pure lunar light that destroyed the hounds seemed completely ineffective against the venom already coursing through her people's veins.
Kael stood close behind her, his massive presence a constant, grounding force. He hadn't let her out of his sight for a single second since the faceless en
