Ever since Mira was outed, Silver Crest felt poisoned. Nobody called her out to her face—at least, not yet—but the whispers spread faster than pack gossip ever did.
Traitor. Spy. Enemy informant.
Liana couldn’t make herself believe it. Mira had been there since they were kids, sitting next to her at meal after meal, jumping in to shield her from the meaner kids. How does someone like that turn? Unless…
Something cold gripped Liana’s chest. Maybe nobody really knew each other after all.
Rain crashed against the Alpha mansion windows while warriors filled the halls, prepping for an attack. Kael locked the place down tight. Not a single wolf made a move without his say-so. Twice as many patrols. Reinforced borders.
Didn’t matter. The enemy kept getting ahead of them—always one step close
