The forest was no longer silent.
It roared with the sounds of war—snarls, screams, and the wet tearing of flesh. Ironblood and Silverpine wolves clashed with the rogues, the ground shuddering under their weight as trees splintered and earth tore open with each collision.
Alpha Victor was in the thick of it, his wolf massive, black as shadow, eyes burning like coals. His jaws clamped down on a rogue’s throat, hot blood spraying across his muzzle as he shook the body like a ragdoll before tossing it aside. But for every rogue that fell, two more surged forward.
Alpha Armand’s warriors fought harder, cleaner—discipline in their strikes, packs moving in coordinated waves. But even they began to falter. The rogues were not the feral, starving strays Victor had promised. These were trained. H
