(Kael’s POV)

The fire burned low in the war tent, casting shadows against the canvas as I reviewed the reports. Rogue attacks on the northern border, a desecrated shrine in the Whispering Woods, and now… rumors of ancient symbols appearing in the dreams of young wolves.

It wasn’t coincidence.

It was the prophecy pressing forward like a rising tide, and we were standing right at the edge.

Lola entered quietly, her boots barely making a sound on the wooden floor. But I always knew when she was near. My senses reached for her before my eyes did.

“They’re saying the Moonspawn has a name,” she said, dropping the scroll onto...