LOGIN*Lyra*The hall reeks of blood and traces of wolfsbane smoke. My claws ache, every muscle trembling from the strain, and my lungs burn with every ragged breath I pull in. The stone floor is slick beneath my paws, streaked with blood and clumps of torn fur. The coppery tang of it clings to the air. Bram crashes into the silver she-wolf again, his massive form colliding with hers in a blur of fur and snapping jaws. The impact rattles the ground, a savage tangle of fangs and claws. “Go!” his voice slices through the mind-link, rough with exertion, edged with urgency. “Kaelen’s yours, Lyra!”I refuse to move, locking my muscles in defiance. Every instinct howls to finish Kaelen, yet leaving Bram here, entangled with an enemy who fights like death’s own shadow, feels like delivering him straight to the grave.“Lyra!” he snarls through the mind-link, his golden eyes blazing as he forces the stranger back a pace. “Don’t waste this! I can hold her! Go!”I hesitate, torn between vengeance and
*Lyra*The Running River castle looms ahead, slate stone against the black sky, lights glowing through the windows from the celebration inside. Nearly fifty wolves crouch with me at the edge of the treeline, silver coats shining in the night. Serena has already shifted to human form. She moves silently toward the servants’ entrance. A handful of our allies follow her, carrying satchels of dried wolfsbane leaves. The scent of the toxins drifts faintly in the air, promising the smoke that will soon render everyone inside unconscious.Serena and her team move silently back out into the courtyard to wait until the bane takes effect. Moments later, I move forward, leading the warriors along the perimeter. The first tendrils of smoke curl from the servants’ entrance, pale against the warm night air. Serena and the scouts slip back in, dragging people away. Wives, and servants, their faces pale, are pulled from the hall and into the courtyard. “Almost done,” Serena threads through the min
*Bram*The first morning after Jonah’s visit, Song Pack territory feels more alive. The forest, once eerily quiet, now hums with movement. The soft rustlings of paws and distant calls of returning warriors are a stark contrast to the barrenness that greeted Lyra and me when we first arrived. Back then, it felt abandoned, a skeleton of what it could be. Serena and Mitch are busy organizing the remnants of the pack’s home. Reed clings to Serena’s side most of the morning, darting ahead, then back again, squealing with joy at glimpses of distant wolves.Lyra crouches beside him once or twice, letting him talk a mile a minute about his father returning home, and I notice how she seems to glow when she interacts with the children. Over the next couple of days, warriors trickle in. Some arrive singly, others in small groups, tired from long days on the trail. Some of the younger warriors bound ahead in excited leaps, ears flicking and tails high. The older ones move slower, careful, scan
*Lyra*I didn’t sleep much last night. My mind kept returning to the woman who looks exactly like me. Why had she acted like she was Tessa’s friend? What did she want, and why was she in Running River at all? Is she from Blue Raven? Who is she?! Even in the quiet dark, her existence taunted me with questions I can’t answer.By the time noon rolls around, my restless thoughts are interrupted by movement at the edge of the clearing. I turn to see Serena, Mitch, Frank, Jeanie, and a stranger I haven’t met, as well as little Reed holding Serena’s hand. They’re smiling, their eyes bright with relief. Serena’s shoulders are relaxed, and Mitch carries himself with a lightness I haven’t seen in him before. Frank grins, though he tries to keep it contained, and Jeanie’s eyes sparkle as she steps forward. Even the stranger moves with an easy confidence, nodding politely at Bram and me. Reed tugs gently on Serena’s sleeve, bouncing on the balls of his feet. They’ve come with good news. I can fe
*Bram*Our paws pound the earth, lungs burning, muscles aching, claws slipping slightly in the damp soil, but we don’t slow until the distant boundary of Running River is far behind us. The forest thins, and the sky above is bruised with the fading light, streaks of gold and purple threading through the trees.At the edge of Song Pack’s abandoned village, Mitch and Serena veer into the trees. I hear the faint crack of bone, the vibration of muscles reshaping, then the soft rustle of fabric as they dress. By the time they step out again, they’re in human form. Serena doesn’t wait for us. She heads straight into the village, drawn by something only she can hear.And then I hear it, too.“Mama!” Reed barrels out of the shadows, Frank and Jeanie walking just behind him, guiding him toward Serena. She drops to her knees, her arms open wide. He collides with her, pressing his face into her shoulder, clinging like he’ll never let go again. His mother folds around him, hugging him tightly.S
*Lyra*The woods draw a canopy above us, branches clawing at the fading strip of sky. I crouch low, every muscle taut, listening for any sign through the mind-link, but Serena’s voice is gone. “She’s been silent too long,” I whisper, turning toward Bram. He nods. “We can’t stay here. Patrols will sweep the outer woods soon. If they find us–”“I know.” The words rip from me sharper than I intend. He’s right, of course. Sitting here is as good as offering ourselves up. “If we get caught,” I mutter, teeth bared, “I’ll put wolfsbane in Kaelen’s mouth myself.”He tosses me a sideways glance. “If we get caught, I'll put wolfsbane in my own mouth. I’d hate to see what they’d do to me. Probably burn me alive like the men I left in the woods…” Bram scans the trees. “We’ll shift, stay low, keep moving, and stay alert. Just far enough back that they won’t smell us, but close enough that if Serena calls you’ll hear her. My throat tightens. “What if something happened?”“We can’t help her if we







