Adrian pov
The tension that had settled after the battle with the council was only temporary. I had barely begun to enjoy the peace when the messenger arrived, and I could tell from the look in his eyes that the news wasn't good.
A rival, whom everyone thought was long dead, was coming back, and he wasn't alone. The man had disappeared years ago under mysterious circumstances, but rumors of his survival had always whispered through the darker corners of the packs. Now, the whispers were no longer rumors.
The messenger, a tall, wiry figure with the weight of the world on his shoulders, spoke the words that shifted the ground beneath my feet.
Ethan had returned, not as a single threat but with an army of rogue werewolves, and worse yet, warlocks.
