The night was nothing short of restless. Marcus sat at the edge of the camp, gazing into the fire. His heart was filled with uncertainty about what he and the some members of the pack would discover when they reached Odessa's territory. Evelyn haunted his mind, bringing back the fading echo of her last words spoken to him, when she made him promise not to follow her.

Ardan had gone through the plan with him earlier, but the weight of it pressed heavily against his chest. They would meet Ryan and the Red Blood Moon Pack at dawn, piece together whatever information they had to track Evelyn. It was a...