Jace

The forest changes the closer we get to Silver Fang territory.

The air smells wrong.

Colder. Sharper. Tainted with unfamiliar wolves and the metallic scent of too many patrols moving through the underbrush. My boots press into damp earth as we crouch along the ridge overlooking the valley. Below us, lantern light flickers between timber structures built into the trees and along the ground.

Silver Fang’s village.

My pulse pounds in my ears.

Sky is down there.

Our son, my wolf corrects, his voice a low rumble inside my skull.

I stiffen.

I’ve avoided the word. Avoided the truth that’s been clawing at me since they dragged him away....