The dull, rhythmic burning beneath Valeriana’s collarbone was the first thing she felt when she woke.

She stood before the mirror in the austere bathroom of the North Tower, her fingers brushing lightly against the raised, angry red skin. The rune of the Bond-Severi

The North Tower was wrapped in the quiet chill of late afternoon when the heavy iron door shuddered violently on its hinges.

Valeriana did not flinch. She sat behind her broad oak desk, her posture perfectly straight, a cup of chamomile tea resting in her hands. Beside t

The Great Hall of the Bloodwood Pack was a cavern of whispering shadows and tense, suffocating air. The morning sun bled through the high stained-glass windows, casting fractured red and gold light across the stone floor.

Hundreds of pack members crowded the edges o