The window hung open, claw marks slashed across its frame. Had he escaped through it? No—something darker whispered the truth. He was hiding, deliberately keeping himself concealed within these mansion walls. My blood froze. The alternative explanation clawed at my mind with terrifying certainty: he could fly. I stood paralyzed, hands pressed against my mouth to stifle the scream rising in my throat. Memories surfaced from my Training Academy days—whispered legends of Dark werewolves, creatures born wielding catastrophic power. A single gesture could obliterate a target. They shifted into any form at will, possessed minds, twisted souls into instruments of destruction. Our territory had banished them generations ago, yet here one stood. Fear consumed me, trembling through every nerve. I retreated to my room, forcing composure as Scott's scrutinizing gaze followed my every movement. The possibility of a Dark wolf's presence shattered my composure. Who was this creature truly? What drove his intentions? Which threat demanded elimination? And the woman called Luna Sandra—what role did she play in this deadly game?