The sun dips low behind the forest, and a chill rides the wind as dark gray clouds gather over Black Hollow. The air smells of rain, of wet earth, of something unsettled. Even the pack pauses, sensing the shift, tails flicking, ears pricked.
Hope stands at the edge of the river, the waterfall’s mist curling around her like a silver veil. Malakar’s beside her, nuzzling her shoulder, but even his presence doesn’t fully ease the creeping unease in her chest. She shakes it off, blaming the wind, the shadows among the trees.
But someone is watching.
A figure slips silently through the forest, hidden in the folds of darkness. Dr. Moore. Once a friend, once a healer, now a hunter of a different sort — driven by fear and obsession. Her eyes are sharp, filled with hatred and fascination in equal
