Chapter 45 The Shattered Pact
- The night was eerily quiet. The kind of silence that crept under the skin, thick with anticipation. Every flicker of wind carried whispers of ancient power, and every shadow seemed to stretch a little longer.
- In the war hall of the Temple Keep, the Alphas of the allied packs gathered once more.
- Crimson Fang. Silver Claw. Nightshade. Stormborn.