“Move.” Declan snapped again but even he could not force clarity where it did not exist. Some wolves surged forward toward the ridge. Toward John’s command while others held their position. Exactly where Ezra had placed them.
That’s when the line broke. Not fully but enough to make a difference. Enough that the shape of the formation shifted from one solid wall into two uneven halves that did not quite meet in the middle.
I saw it at the exact second it happened. The pack stopped being one thing and became two. My pulse slammed hard against my ribs. This was it. This was the opening.
“They’re splitting.” I said under my breath, not even sure if I meant to say it out loud.
Ezra turned toward the field, toward the break and he had to reassess the situation that John had no created.
“Fal
