Hudson was nowhere to be found. In the sterile, stone-walled recovery room of the Silver Ridge Sanctum, only a few low-ranking omegas bustled about, tending to the hearth.

One of them noticed Avery’s amber eyes fluttering open. She hurried to the bedside, her voice a soothing murmur. "Luna, you must remain still. The Great Spirit has blessed you. Despite the silver-weighted blows you took, the pup’s heartbeat remains strong. It is a miracle of the bloodline."

Avery’s mind was a fog of pain and confusion.

The mention of the pup, coupled with the hazy memory of Hudson’s frantic arms carrying her through the gates, sent her pulse skyrocketing. She began...