The jagged peaks of the northern mountain range cut through the bruised sky like the teeth of a rotting beast. Here, at the edge of Alpha Victor’s territory, the wind didn't just blow; it screamed. The Howling Pass was appropriately named, a treacherous, narrow ravine carved between sheer cliffs of black ice and jagged stone. For centuries, it had served as an impenetrable bottleneck, protecting the Storm-Keep from any invading army.
At the base of the pass, Kael raised a gloved fist.
Instantly, the twenty elite shadows of the Blood Moon Pack dropped to a crouch, their dark winter cloaks blending seamlessly with the shadows of the rock face. They moved with absolute, terrifying silence, the discipline of hardened killers evident in every controlled breath.
Kael knelt beside a massive bo
