Zack’s POV
The air was still thick with the scent of blood and scorched earth when the tremor hit.
It wasn’t an earthquake. It was him.
Kieran’s power rolled across the Bloodmoon Pack’s lands like a second wave after a tsunami—dark, magic-soaked energy that set every wolf’s hackle on end. I could feel it in my teeth, like biting into tin foil, the taste of sorcery cutting through the metallic tang of lingering battle.
“Positions!” I roared; my voice amplified through the bond to every fighter left standing. “Shields up—now!”
The warriors barely had time to form the perimeter before the forest erupted.
Not with claws this time, but with roots—thick, gnarled things that ripped up from the earth and coiled around legs, throats, weapons. The ground itself was betraying us.
Lilly’s voice
