The days were going as terribly as Aella had anticipated after Logan left for the South. On the night after he had left for Louve's home pack, she had skipped dinner, locking herself up in the room to cry herself to sleep. Fear and hopelessness had gripped her heart with its merciless claws, and she had felt like she would never be right again.

Even in her dreams that night the fear hadn't let her go. She had tossed and turned on the bed as nightmares had populated her dreams. Black swirling smoke had morphed into faceless beasts hunting her down in a dark wood, and the face of the...