Chaos rippled through Ravenmoon like a silent plague.
The bodies had been found at dawn, families living near the border, entire households wiped out with no chance to flee or fight. Lucien barely had time to calm the panicked pack when yet another alarm rang through the mind-link.
"Gamma Damien and his mate were under attack."
Lucien didn't hesitate. He launched himself into the trees with Rowan close behind, every muscle thrumming with violent urgency. Damien was one of the strongest wolves in the pack. If he was being overwhelmed, the threat was something far more sinister than rogues or assassins.
When they arrived, the forest clearing reeked of iron and dark magic.
Damien was on his knees, blood pouring from claw marks across his abdomen. His wolf form flickered in and out, unable to hold shape from the poison coursing in his veins. Around him lay seven corpses, vampires, their eyes glazed, mouths stained with blood that wasn't theirs.
But Eleya… Eleya was gone.
