The white feather dipped in blood had been the spark. Now the entire forest burned with war.Kai stood on the riverbank at midnight, massive black wolf with silver markings, eyes glowing as he watched Ronan’s main force mass on the opposite shore. Hundreds of wolves Silverfang regulars mixed with rogue mercenaries and two smaller allied packs shifted restlessly in the moonlight, fur rippling, fangs bared.Ronan himself stood at the front in human form, tall and blond, coat open to reveal scarred chest, ice blue eyes fixed on Kai across the water.The river roared between them deep, fast, warded with ancient runes that glowed faintly blue under the moon.Thorne flanked Kai’s left, gray wolf tense and ready. Seline’s black form ghosted on the right. Jaren and his young warriors held the bridges
