Months had passed since the witches from Ravenna’s coven came to Black Howler to speak with Diana and Talon. And a great deal had happened since then. Slowly, life had returned to something resembling normal.
The territories damaged during the war had been repaired. The allied packs had recovered from the attacks of the feral wolves. Patrols had returned to their regular schedules, although Talon had permanently increased security around several vulnerable borders.
Most importantly, there had been no sign of Gideon’s curse. No strange black magic. No unexplained attacks. No feral wolves appearing near their borders. And no sign of Thorne.
As far as Diana knew, Ravenna and Thorne had kept their promise to disappear. Wherever they were, they had remained hidden.
Diana had never told Talo
