C29 Luna’s call

The courtyard of Paxton Pack blazed with torchlight. Wolves crowded the stone steps, murmurs running like wildfire through the ranks. The attack of shadows still clung to their bones, and the name whispered in every corner was the same.

Zoe.

Vashti stood at the head of the steps, golden aura burning brighter than the flames. Her voice cut through the restless noise