Selene

The prisoner’s words echoed in my skull, as I tried to process. The ritual of Vermous. A scorned Luna’s blood. Kaelen wasn’t just holding Dorian hostage for the fun of it, he was luring me to the Red Cliffs to get my blood for the ritual. A ritual that would crown him Alpha over all six packs: Bloodfang, Shadowfang, Veyor, Castleseal, Archevale, and Mysticlands.

 

Just the thought of it sent my head reeling.

 

That amount of power would amplify his wolf tenfold, making him untouchable. The fire in our camp flickered, casting long shadows that twisted into mocking faces, the curse’s whispers hissing in my ear: You’ll fail. Dorian’s...