Zack’s POV
The air vibrated with the roar of the corrupted Ancient Lycan, black ichor dripping from its gargantuan claws. The ridge trembled beneath its weight, and yet retreat was no longer an option. Every one of our allies—witches, vampires, allied Lycans—had held the line, and now the time had come for a decisive blow.
I clenched my fists, feeling the bond surge with Lilly, Sam, and Ashley. The pulse of our combined mate-bond energy sharpened my senses, focused my strength, and steadied my resolve.
“Forward!” I bellowed, claws scraping against fractured stone. The pack surged behind me, a golden tide of fangs and fury. The witches unleashed torrents of fire and frost, vampires leapt through the air like missiles, and the allied Lycans roared in unison, driving the corrupted minions
