Chapter 9

At dawn that day, the Frostfang sentry horns sounded an urgent call. A messenger from the Firestone Pack arrived— His cloak was charred black. His body was covered in bite marks. His leg was nearly severed, and he dragged himself up the mountain with sheer will. He collapsed at the steps of the Council Hall, voice trembling: “Firestone… was attacked… The Alpha is gravely injured…” My heart clenched. One name surfaced in my mind. “Ben?” The messenger nodded, lips pale. “Rogue...