Days Later…
It was morning when Reana passed through the gates of her pack, but the sight that greeted her was not home. It was a nightmare.
From the moment she entered the gates, Reana felt the air shift. Something was wrong. Deeply wrong. And she could feel it.
"Hyaah!" she urged her horse forward, hooves pounding over the icy ground.
The closer she got to the pack house, the worse it became.
Finally, the cause of her unrest came into view.
Ahead, she saw strangers walked freely among her people – if they could still be called that. These weren't guests. They weren't allies…not yet. They wore dominance like armor, parading her pack like law enforcers. Except these weren't law enforcers. These were bullies!
Her black moon warriors sprawled on the snow-covered lands – some twitching, some bleeding, some still.
