The tunnels of Mount Harrow became a slaughterhouse.

I left Daniella with two of Jared's wolves, ordering them to get her out of the mountain no matter what. Then I shifted again and threw myself back into the fray, my white fur stained crimson, my claws tearing through hunter after hunter.

'We need to find the council,' Crystal urged. 'Kill the leaders, and the rest will break.'

'I know. But where are they?'

The tunnels were chaos—wolves and hunters clashing in every passage, the air thick with the smell of blood and silver. I fought my way deeper into the mountain, following the sounds of battle, searching for any sign...