THE NIGHT HAD BEEN CALM AT FIRST. The warriors are patrolling the borders, lanterns glowing softly from the homes newly built around the mansion, and lampposts are also lighted, making the surroundings even brighter.
But the peace of the night was shattered with a scream that tore across the territory of the Silver Fang Pack, followed by the scent of rot and venom, which was very familiar to Seris.
Cassian and Seris, who were in the study room, exchanged looks before they both bolted from their chairs. As they stepped out of the mansion, the Alpha was already commanding the warriors.
The Alpha and Luna run towards their people. And out of the shadows, wolves twisted by Nyxaria’s dark magic emerged, their bodies elongated, eyes glowing with sickly green fire, and their claws dripping
