The scream tore through the sanctuary before Serena had even folded her mother's letter back into its box.
"That's not one of ours," Cassian said, already moving toward the sound, tension snapping through his whole body. "That came from the eastern tunnels."
Serena followed, Kael a half-step behind her, the fragile peace of the last few hours shattering as they rounded into a corridor where a young wolf lay sprawled against the wall, clutching a wound that wasn't bleeding blood at all—something dark and smoking instead, hissing faintly where it touched skin.
"What did that?" Mira breathed, horror creeping into her voice.
"I don't know," Vasha said grimly, kneeling beside the injured wolf. "But this isn't the first attack tonight. We've had three reports since dawn. Something's hunting
