Author's Point of view

It had become a war zone, the battle outside the packhouse. Smoke curled through the woods as wolves fought in a frenzied flurry, and the night air smelled of blood and burning wood. Bodies, some still breathing, some not, now scattered the formerly immaculate courtyard.

However, the actual conflict was taking place in the center of everything. Lucas's heart pounded against his head as he stood in the packhouse's big hall. The consequences of his actions, both the alliances he had formed and the betrayals he had considered, weighed him down like a stone. But this was what it had finally came to.

Edith. Despite the...