“Indeed. And at the end of Forging?” “The Purge Trial,” Izabel says confidently. “Where the packs have a chance to cull their own numbers and remove any riders and direwolves not fit to join them.” My stomach freefalls from beneath me. The packs are going to kill their own?! No one else seems to so much as blink at this. “Followed by the Forging Ball, of course,” Izabel adds quickly. Sure, because who wouldn’t follow a brutal massacre with a fancy ball?
