Jaxon 

I stood on the rooftop balcony of Pack Tower, staring out over the city I was about to light on fire.

Below me, the Grand Square was packed shoulder-to-shoulder, witches, shifters, council members, rival packs, all buzzing with barely contained chaos.

Tonight, I wasn't just claiming Elvira. I was declaring war.

"You're insane," Ronan muttered behind me, adjusting the ceremonial sword at his belt.

"Maybe," I said, sliding my jacket over my shoulders.  

"But if we don't move first, Bloodmoon will come for us”

He didn’t argue, he knew I was right.

Since moving back into the city, we had been surrounded on all sides by enemies dressed as...