The Fated Series
Silver Haven Fortress
The engines roared like beasts of steel and gasoline, a pack of black SUVs kicking up dust across the half-dead road that cut through Silver Haven’s ridges. Their headlights cut through the foggy gloom, beams dancing across pine and stone. Beside us, other convoys mirrored the sight—Green Briar, Pearl, Crescent, Celestia—all bound by one command. And weaving in and out of the formation ran wolves in their true forms, claws tearing earth, flanks bristling with harnesses strapped with rifles and knives.