DRAVEN'S POV

The forest was exactly as I remembered, and nothing like I remembered.

The towering trees still stretched impossibly high into the heavens, their silver leaves shimmering beneath a light that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. Streams of crystal water wound through the undergrowth, glowing faintly as if moonlight flowed beneath their surface.

Yet the forest felt...watchful. Alive.

Every instinct my wolf possessed urged me to turn back. Every beat of my heart urged me to keep going.

"Alpha."

Ragner stepped beside me, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. "The others can't cross."

I looked behind us. The ten warriors who had...