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Keisha, daughter of the Sea Moon pack’s Beta, received an order to attend a dinner with the higher archery. A meeting to persuade a man Alpha John refuses to name. The Alpha wanted land. Their numbers have grown, and they need more territory.

Fear gripped Keisha when she learned she would leave with the man after dinner. Given to him by her Alpha, so she can “pursue” him to sell the land. Alpha John’s threat before she left makes her blood run cold. Failure was not an option.

Illuminating against the night sky, the stone castle with towering walls and narrow windows. Guards who watched without blinking. As a lady, Sondra escorted Keisha to the top floor. Her pulse hammered in her ears as her worst fears crawled up her spine. Escape was the only answer. Trapped in a fortress surrounded by mountains, now her new home.

The camp explodes into chaos the night the high priestess falls. Erina flees beneath a hooded cloak, branded by a mark whose meaning she cannot name. Erina’s journey is a race through mist.

Meanwhile, Lucius tightens his net—his shadowed magic corrupts the land, and his hounds answer only his command.

Led by a calm, inscrutable Grand Master of the White Towers. If she succeeds, she may rise to the power needed to face Lucius—if she can survive long enough to claim it.