Guarded Return

Cassia Rowe

The morning came with a chill that seemed to seep into my very bones. Preparations for our departure were underway, the air filled with a mix of tension and relief. While part of me was eager to leave the suffocating hatred of my father's pack, another part dreaded returning to Iron Moon. The threat of the Night Moon pack loomed over us like a storm cloud, and the feeling of impending