A DEAL WITH THE ALPHA DEVIL
She was always calm under pressure, but whatever she’d seen had shaken her to the core.
“How far?” I asked, keeping my voice low.
“Just past the southern ridge,” Mara said without turning. “Near the ruins.”
The ruins.
They weren’t just old stones, those crumbled walls used to be the heart of our ancestors’ stronghold before the pack splintered. Now, most of us avoided them. Too much blood had been spilled there. Too many curses whispered about the Hollow.
When we arrived, the moon had barely begun to rise. Pale light stretched over the fallen stones like bones in the grass. The wind stirred again, soft but sharp, like a blade dragging across the skin.
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