The night exploded into chaos.
A howl ripped through the forest so violently that every wolf in Darian’s territory froze.
Then another followed.
And another.
The northern pack had arrived.
Not quietly.
Not cautiously.
They were coming like a storm.
Lila rushed outside the cabin just as wolves began shifting across the clearing. Fur burst through skin, claws dug into snow, and glowing eyes appeared in the darkness as the pack prepared for battle.
The air smelled like adrenaline.
Like danger.
Like war.
Darian stepped out behind her, already halfway through shifting before stopping himself.
The bond between them pulsed fiercely.
“They’re early,” Lila said.
“No,” Darian replied quietly.
“They’re right on time.”
A deep roar echoed from the forest.
The northern Alpha.
Lila fel
