At dawn, a horn sounded across the Shadowlands.
The first attack had begun.
Rogues surged across the borders, led by creatures twisted by shadow magic. Aria stood at the front line, her eyes blazing.
Her power was no longer something she feared.
It was something she commanded.
She turned to her alpha—his eyes like twin storms—and together, they shifted.
Wolf and heir.
Alpha and queen.
The battle for the Shadowlands had begun.