Lucien Duskborne

The moon hangs heavy over Black Hollow territory, casting long silver shadows across the forest. The wind is still—too still. The pack senses it. So does he.

Lucien Duskborne stands at the edge of the cliff that overlooks the valley. Below, the forest stretches for miles, thick with mist and silence. His shoulders are straight, his spine rigid, arms crossed behind his back in the posture of a soldier. But inside? His wolf is pacing.

Agitated. Alert.

Awake.

It’s the first time in 10 years.