Emilia stumbled through the forest, her limbs trembling under the weight of wolfsbane still coursing through her system. The scent of the pack house grounds was close now, a mix of freshly cut grass and wood smoke. Her heart pounded with urgency, but her body begged her to stop.

I can’t stop, she thought fiercely, pushing through the pain. Raymond and the triplets were in danger.

She emerged from the trees, the sight of the familiar grounds momentarily easing her. Relief quickly turned to dread when a figure stepped into her path.

“Well, well,” came a mocking voice. “If it isn’t the mighty Luna herself.”

Mauve.

Emilia’s heart sank as...