*Xamara*

Julian and I run side by side, the pack and the rogues fanning out around us, their scents mixing with the sharp tang of the forest. I’m aware of every movement in the underbrush. Our first training drill as one unit is on. When the coven is close again, we have to make sure we’re ready.

We’ve had trackers out looking for them for days, and every time we think we’re getting closer, they vanish into the shadows. But that familiar pull of danger and a sense that something is on the move stays with me. We’ll find them again soon. I just know it. Every muscle in my...