The peace that had settled over the sanctuary was a fragile thing, Diane knew. Even as she basked in the warmth of her pack's camaraderie and the bonds of friendship that had been forged through fire and blood, a nagging sense of unease tugged at the edges of her consciousness.

It was during one of her routine patrols along the perimeter of the valley that she first felt the echoes of the past whispering to her. A flicker of movement in the undergrowth, a flash of something ancient and otherworldly, sent a shiver racing down her spine.

"Did you see that?" she murmured to her companions, her hackles rising instinctively....