The days at Royal Lycan Academy were quiet, full, and deeply satisfying. But I knew, eventually, the shadows of my past would come knocking.
Six months later, an emergency distress letter from Moonlight Pack landed on my desk.
It was written in Elder Markus's own hand. The script was jagged, rushed. Despair seeped from every stroke.
Aria, the pack is being ravaged by a plague. A terrible black sickness is spreading. We've already buried more than a dozen wolves. Alpha Ryan has fallen ill as well. I'm begging you,for the sake of our people,come back. Save us.
Photos were tucked in with the letter. The skin of those in the photos had begun to ulcerate, their veins twisting through their flesh in unnatural black webs.
The late stages of Shadow Blight.
I looked at those images, and all I
