Chapter 32

• Damien’s expression darkened as he glanced around the battlefield. The clearing was now eerily silent, the sounds of battle replaced by the distant howling of wolves in the night. His pack—her pack—was scattered, regrouping and tending to their injured. The cost of the battle had been high, but it wasn’t the physical wounds that troubled Damien. It was what lay ahead.
• “I know where we can go,” Damien said, his voice low but resolute. “But it’s dangerous. Lucien’s wolves are just the beginning.”
• Elara felt a chill run down her spine at the mention of Lucien’s wolves. “What do you mean? What’s worse than this?”