The battlefield was chaos incarnate. The roar of the Blood Moon pulsed through the sky, casting eerie shadows that flickered over the bloodstained ground. Wolves clashed in frenzied combat, their snarls lost in the deafening cacophony of war. Ronan moved through the c*****e like a force of nature, his breath labored, his body screaming from the wounds he had taken. But pain was nothing compared to the need driving him forward.
He had to reach Layla.
A flash of silver caught his eye, and before he could react, a powerful force slammed into him, sending him sprawling across the torn earth. He rolled onto one knee, gasping, barely catching himself before his attacker lunged again.
The rogue alpha.
The brute towered over him, a massive, scarred beast with fur matted in blood, his own and t
