The moon hung low and full over Thorn Pack territory, casting an eerie silver light across the forest. Shadows danced between the trees, moving with a mind of their own. Somewhere deep in those woods, something ancient had awakened—and it was hungry.
Aria stood alone in the clearing behind the pack house, her hands still faintly glowing from her awakening. The echo of Elena's voice haunted her ears, but no one had seen her since. Caleb had scoured the area and found no sign of her presence. It was like she had vanished as suddenly as she appeared.
Rowan hadn't said a word since the pack meeting. He'd locked himself in his chambers, leaving Caleb to handle the fallout. Whispers flooded the pack—some in awe of Aria, some in fear. The wolves didn't know whether to follow her or run from her.
"Are you sure about this?" Caleb asked from behind her.
