Bloodmoon Rising
I took it, read once, and felt my blood turn cold.
A list. Names, pack ties, locations. Forty-three wolves. Each had a bloodline notation, the Elder’s flag, same system Selene had taken. Next to each, one word.
Scheduled.
“What’s scheduled mean?” Rhydian read over my shoulder.
“It means Voss has been busy,” Isara said. “As soon as Coran died, Voss sent a directive to eleven packs. Every wolf here is flagged as a potential Bloodmoon carrier.” Pause. “He’s not suppressing them, not watching or managing. He’s removing them. All forty-three. Tonight.”
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