POPPY
The air was thick with smoke, Screams echoeing through the night. The packhouse, the heart of Shadowfang, was crumbling. Growls and snarls tore through the air and Ronan could only watch. Around him, Shadowfang warriors were falling. "Ronan!" Mira grabbed his arm. "We have to go!" He barely heard her. His gaze was locked on a familiar figure standing near the fire, CELESTE. Her eyes caught his, and she smiled a slow, knowing curve of her lips. She had always known. Mira dragged him toward the treeline, locking onto another figure standing beyond the battlefield. ROOK. He stood completely untouched by the bloodshed, face unreadable. Mira shoved Ronan toward him. "Take him! Protect him! I need to find the others!" Rook gave a slow, almost amused exhale. "When have I ever not protected him?" Mira ran back into the flames. Ronan stood swaying, The fear that had been creeping up his spine finally reached his throat, and with effort, he managed to whisper a single word. "Why?" Rook exhaled softly, almost like he was in pain. Then, he stepped closer, pressing a hand against the back of Ronan's head, fingers threading through his hair. "I'm sorry, Princess." Pain exploded at the base of his skull, and the world went black.
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Shadowfang pack is built on secrets, but when Alpha Rael receives an anonymous letter warning of an ancient threat, the pack's dark history begins to unravel. Future Alpha Ronan Grey is expected to lead, yet he hides a dangerous truth: his wolf is now completely dormant. To make matters worse, Rook, his closest confidant, seems to be harboring a secret of his own. To break his curse and save his pack, Ronan must uncover what his father buried before the shadows, and the people he trusts most consume him completely.
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