Unraveling a prophecy isn't easy. Especially when Fenrir's amulet remains elusive. The fate of our world hangs in the balance of an item we don't know enough about. Following the signs from Fenrir, we find ourselves in compromising situations, with new enemies, potential allies, and each other. Different pasts, personalities, and secrets make bonding as a clan an uphill battle.

Bo is growing on me like a fungus. Fell is getting closer to beating the spell that's held him captive, and Kirk is opening up. Cadoc continues his role as our leader as he learns to trust. Hell, I'm hoping for the best, until a truth bomb shatters our truce, unraveling the threads of our pack.

If everything in my life is a lie, is there anything left to fight for?