nyone. Her room became her refuge, the only place where she could hide from the world. But even in the

em both. Ariana could barely summon the strength to leave her bed, let alone face her father-the Beta of the pac

n. She could not stay here. Not after what had happened. She couldn't bear to live in the pack

of her room, careful not to make a sound. The walls of the Silverclaw Packhouse felt l

poke of the Forest of No Return. It was a cursed place, a forest where creatures of darkness roamed

en. What more could t

riana stepped into the shadows of the curs

hing her. The forest felt alive, a dark, sentient presence that seemed to whisper her name with every rustle of the l

the forest before, and now she realized how foolish she had been to come here alone. But it was too l

elf for warmth, but the cold that gripped her bones was more than just the weather. It was a d

r palm scraped against the rough bark of a tree, blood welling up

to push hersel