Ava’s POV
“Retreat!” he shouted to his warriors, whirling around and bolting for the door. His men scrambled after him, terror etched across their features. The surge of Zane’s fighters had turned the tide entirely, and Ivan knew victory was out of reach.
As they fled the hall, the remaining pack exhaled in unison. The frenzy dissolved, leaving a hush. Liam straightened, his chest heaving from the effort, his stare fixed on the exit.
But he knew the real crisis loomed. His pack was perishing!
“Ava!!” he called, pivoting and striding toward me. I raised my head to meet his eyes.
“Tally the dead and deliver the report to the Council by morning,” he directed, his expression resolute and unyielding.
The Council? Memories of my last disastrous encounter with them flooded back. Still, I
