The battlefield writhed with chaos. The night sky, once scattered with stars, was now smothered beneath smoke and fire. Wolves clashed fang to fang, claw to claw, as the pack fought desperately to hold the line. The enemy surged like a tide of shadows, endless, feral, and unrelenting.
Aria’s lungs burned as she tore through a rogue, her claws dripping crimson. Killian was beside her, his wolf a hulking shadow of fury, his growls rolling like thunder across the battlefield. They moved in sync, their bond pulling them together as though some invisible thread wove their every strike. And still, the tide pressed harder.
Then the air shifted. Cold, sharp, unnatural.
Aria froze, her wolf bristling. From the center of the field, the red-eyed stranger raised a hand. The rogues faltered, their m
