THE LUNA HE NEVER TRULY KNEW
Outside.
Thunder echoed across the mountains surrounding Shadow Ridge. It was not the thunder of the storm that had raged for three days, but something deeper, something older, something that resonated in the bones of the earth itself. The windows rattled in their frames. The flames in the hearth danced wildly, casting shadows that seemed to take on shapes—wolves with too many eyes, figures with too many limbs, things that had no name in any human tongue.
Far beyond the borders of every known pack...