The Seer stood still in the heart of Havenwood, her hands trembling, eyes clouded with mist. A sudden chill passed through her as the ground beneath her feet seemed to echo with an invisible thunder.
Her breath caught.
“They’re coming...” she whispered. “They’re moving—now.”
Anastasia, who had been standing nearby, turned sharply. “Who?”
The Seer’s voice was low, urgent. “The First Ones. They’re vamping at full speed... straight to Lupendralis.”
Without another word, Anastasia vanished—her golden-red light flashing through the trees like a blazing comet.
Meanwhile, in Varethia...
The sky darkened as an unnatural wind blew across the province. The very earth seemed to sense their arrival.
Then—in an explosion of speed and fury—the First Ones arrived.
But the werewolves were ready.
