Fated by fire and fortune
“I called you here because a threat is rising that will not stop with Bloodmoon. Lucian Nightfang is alive. And he’s gathering the rogue packs.”
A murmur rippled through the room, several Alphas stiffening, others exchanging uneasy glances.
Rebekah arched a brow, her voice smooth and sharp as glass. “Lucian is a ghost, Selene. We’ve heard rumors before.”
Selene’s eyes locked onto hers, unflinching. “Not a ghost. A living, breathing threat. He’s already taken Southwood. And unless we stand together, he will come for each of us next.”
Alpha Gideon of Ironclaw, a burly man with a deep voice, grunted. “Southwood fell? You’re sure?”