The Chief Elder called for unity when the dust calmed. The pack survived a serious tragedy, but time for celebration or grief was not available.
A fresh danger loomed on the horizon, one that would try their determination and resolve unlike anything other.
As she stepped forward, Selene, the mysterious beauty from a far-off pack.
Her words created a picture of an opponent more terrible than any they had encountered, and her eyes shone with the promise of secrets.
Aiming to rule every territory, renegade Alpha Fenrir was building an army of werewolves. His name was synonymous with fear, his strength unmatched.
Declan and Elara understood they had to move fast.
Their pack most certainly needed them now more than it did.
Their growing conflict with Selene was evident as they got ready for the war ahead.
She was not hesitant to express her obvious intentions—she wanted Declan.
