Mercy pauses at the threshold of a crowded bar, where the city’s pulse thrums like a living thing. A screech of tires splits the din, and Mercy knows the trouble that follows: an uneasy alliance...
Mercy pauses at the threshold of a crowded bar, where the city’s pulse thrums like a living thing. A screech of tires splits the din, and Mercy knows the trouble that follows: an uneasy alliance with a dangerous faction of shapeshifters who distrust humans even as they crave their help. She speaks in measured, practical terms, negotiating terms that could save a life—maybe several—while refusing to pretend the past isn’t clawing at her with the ferocity of a hungry wolf. A friend’s whispered fear lands on her like frost; the pack’s uncertain loyalty proves more perilous than any silver blade. When a stakeout reveals a traitor in their midst, Mercy must decide whether to expose the rot or shield the guilty out of a stubborn sense of mercy, even if it costs her something she cannot name. The night keeps turning, and with it, the city’s secrets bend to Mercy’s quiet, unyielding will.
