C240 CROSSING THE LINE THAT CANNOT BE UNCROSSED

The journey into the Bloodfed werewolves’ kingdom began without ceremony.

No drums.

No announcement.

Only movement.

Aria rode at the center of the procession, seated upon a massive black wolf whose stride was smooth, powerful, and unnervingly silent. She had not asked its name. Somehow, she knew it would answer when it mattered. The land under them changed with every mile—trees thinning