By the time I reached the outer line the ground was already torn up and the air was thick with movement and nothing about the formation looked clean anymore even though wolves were still trying to pull it back together around shouted orders and instinct.
“They’re inside.” Someone yelled from ahead and the words hit harder than anything else because I could already feel it in the way the bond had gone tight and sharp again.
I pushed forward through the shifting line and hit the edge of the breach just as two wolves slammed into each other hard enough to kick dirt up in a violent spray. The sound of impact cracked through the air alongside low snarls and the thud of bodies hitting ground.
Christopher’s wolves were not everywhere. That was the first thing I noticed. They were moving in sma
