The moon hung heavy in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the dense forest surrounding the packhouse. Nathan and Tristan, identical twins with eyes that gleamed with a mixture of urgency and worry, hurried toward the building. Their patrol had been cut short by an inexplicable wave of pain, forcing them to rush back to the packhouse, where they feared the worst.

They were afraid and that was a small word. They needed to see her, feel her.

Ella, their mate. And every second was becoming harder to bear.

Inside, the atmosphere was tense and fraught with an unsettling energy. The packhouse, an imposing structure of stone and...