Hazel’s POV

Black Fang Pack doesn’t have gates.

It has walls. Spiked. Black. Bone hung from every post.

“Charming,” Kael mutters beside me.

“Raze likes messages,” Borin said before we left. He didn’t come with us, Winter Tooth needed its Alpha. But he sent six warriors. “His favorite message is ‘come closer and die.’”

“Good,” Alaric says. He’s off his horse already, staff in hand but weight mostly on his good leg. Seven days of my mixtures and he moves like an Alpha again. “I’m in the mood to deliver one back.”

Cleric dismounts next. His eyes are hard. Beta hard. “Eda’s in there,” he says. “Galen’s sister. Seven when...