Before sentries had time to alert their camp the arrows struck their targets. The wolves crashed into each other while they shifted as their howls unified their counterparts.

Inside the fortress, Evelyn felt it. The vibrations of battle were within her, through the stone walls, deep and low; she felt a low hum settle deep into her bones. She was clasped in silver chains burning against the skin, watching Finian about to die.

One of the guards entered the room quickly, his face extremely pale. "We are under attack!"

Odessa's face hardened, "By whom?"

"Callum and his people… he’s alive my alpha. And the Red Blood Moon pack."

Odessa's lips...