Three days after the Alliance was formed, the sky went dark at noon.

I was in the Meridian's council chamber with Freya, Valtherion, Kieran, and Remus.

The newly formed Alliance Council, hammering out logistics for inter pack communication networks.

Zoe had spread a map across the table, marking relay points between territories.

Azrael was walking Remus through Purifier patrol patterns when the light changed.

Not clouds. Not an eclipse.

The sunlight simply died.

One moment, afternoon light streamed through the floor to ceiling windows.

The next, it dimmed to a sickly amber, then to rust, then to a color that had no name.

A bruised, reddish twilight that turned the...