3rd person's POV

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the Bloodmoon Pack's lands. A soft breeze rustled the leaves of the ancient trees, but within the packhouse, silence reigned. For months now, Louis had kept himself away from the heart of the pack. The man who had once stood as Dimitri's right hand and one of the most respected warriors had all but vanished.

Louis had retreated into the farthest corners of the packhouse, an empty shell of the man he had been before Diana’s death. Since that fateful day, when he held her lifeless body in his arms, he hadn’t trained, hadn’t fought, and...