Dawson's POV

My hands were still shaking as I stood in the doorway, watching my mother.

She tried to hide her fear, but I could see it in her eyes.

“What did you see?” she asked.

I walked toward the window. The Doom Moon hung low over the mountains, its crimson light spilling across the land.

“A battlefield,” I said. “Bigger than anything we have ever seen.”

“Who was fighting?”

I closed my eyes, and the vision returned.

“The seven packs. The Shadow Legion. The First Shadow.”

I opened my eyes.

“And something else.”

My mother stepped closer. “What else?”

“Something older. Something that has been sleeping beneath the world.”...