We moved forward until the border line was a pulse under my skin and the enemy scent hit me fully, sharp and aggressive and layered thick through the trees ahead.
Then I saw them. Christopher’s wolves stood just beyond the line in a broad arc through the forest, and they were not hiding at all now. Some were in human form, some were half shifted, and some stood fully wolfed in the darkness with eyes reflecting cold and pale through the brush.
They had stopped just short of stepping onto our land. That was the point. This was pressure. This was intimidation. This was a f*****g taunt.
Ezra stopped at the front of our line and the pack settled behind him in a broad wall of bodies, and the shift in his posture was immediate and absolute.
The power of it rolled outward in cold controlled wa
