Marina ran faster than she ever had in her life.

The forest blurred around her as she pushed her wolf form to its limits, chasing Silvain's massive red-brown shape through Bloodfang territory. Her shadow magic, dormant for days, suddenly surged back with terrifying intensity—as if sensing the danger ahead, her hybrid abilities were forcing themselves back online despite the silver damage.

Through the bond, she felt Silvain's absolute terror. Not for himself, but for his pack. For the elders and pups left behind while he'd been drawn to the border like a fool. For Lyra, who'd been overseeing the pack house while he investigated Marina's claims. For every wolf under...