Shadowfang's Curse
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