Blood and ash thickened the air as Alpha Micah and the group made their way through the packhouse and towards the ritual grounds. The howls of distant wolves still echoed, but for now, the area had settled into a tense, almost eerie silence.

Laurie floated down from a treeline, black eyes turning back to her usual color, her expression grim. “More guards than we thought,” she whispered. “And that’s just the outer ring. Inside the ritual circle, we’ve the Three Sisters.”

Micah’s jaw tightened. “The Three Sisters?”

Laurie nodded. “They’re channeling the ritual. It’s working. Xenia’s… already changing.”

“What do you mean changing?” Delilah asked, panic rising in her voice....