Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the shrine like a spirit returning home. The scent of blood, smoke and something else hit the air. The Khronwolf leader paused, sniffing.
“Ah... he’s here.”
His lips curled. “I knew he’d come. Alpha Logan. That f*****g bastard. But I’m always one step ahead.”
**
Outside, the Guardian Pack’s once-lush field had become a war zone of rituals and betrayal. Pack members gathered in silent confusion, surrounding the so-called Alpha’s chamber where a tribunal was taking place.
And tied at the center, bleeding and beaten, was Beta Fergus.
He was bruised beyond recognition, his wolf suppressed, body slumped forward, resigned to death. His head was lowered as a disciple raised a ceremonial blade above him.
But then—
A presence.
A dark one.
A man in bl
