Chapter 11 The Shadow's Bargain

• The silver gates of the Lycan Citadel didn't just close; they sealed with a finality that felt like a coffin lid being hammered down.
• Outside, the freezing mountain wind howled, whipping the mud and melted snow against the faces of the Silver Moon warriors. But the cold was nothing compared to the void currently expanding inside Alpha Caine’s chest.
• He lay in the slush, his hands bloodied from clawing at the impenetrable silver. His wolf, once a proud and dominant beast, was now a whimpering shadow, pacing the edges of his mind and howling for the Sun it had lost.