Greywater's allegiance changed the war overnight.
Within three days, two of the wavering packs followed Bron's lead wolves who'd been waiting to see which way the wind blew, and the wind was blowing toward the true line now, toward the king the stones had confirmed and the Luna who'd chosen him in the open. Cain's claim was no longer a rogue's story. It was a movement.
Which meant Damien Hale was running out of time. And a cornered Alpha with a shrinking pack does not fight cleaner as he loses.
He fights dirtier.
The first body came on the fourth day.
It was Talia.
They brought her back to the lodge across the saddle of her own horse, the young she-wolf who'd risked everything to cross the line and find me in the rain, who'd carried Celeste's warning against her skin. Seventeen years
