*Xamara*

I skid to a halt, and my claws bite into the frozen earth. My breathing is sharp and ragged. The Moonfang battlefield stretches before me like a living nightmare, wolves snarling and blood darkening the snow. My chest tightens, my instincts screaming, but it isn’t fear that freezes me. It’s the scent of my people, my friends, in the midst of chaos meant to tear us all apart.

“No. No. This isn’t right!” I shout through the mind-link.

Julian’s warriors and my rogues are being attacked by members of my pack. My heart pounds as I realize what this means: friends on both sides could die today because of...