PRIESTESS MALIA'S POV

Danger was looming in the Southern Paw pack. I could feel it, I could sense it. Ever since the peace treaty was signed between werewolves and witches. Something had felt wrong, terribly wrong.

But last week the feeling was so strong, I could literally taste the bad omen in the air. It smelt of smoke and burning thatch.

I knew there was a fire outbreak down north before the news spread, before anyone was aware that anything was amiss. As high priestess, a part of me was fused with the pack, so I was usually privy to most of the activities going on in the pack, also...