The eastern gates of Black Hollow had never felt so tense.
Snowstorms raged violently beyond the territory walls while dozens of warriors lined the battlements above with bows drawn and wolves pacing restlessly beneath thick layers of falling white.
Crimson Fang had arrived.
And no one trusted the timing.
Lyra stood beside Kael atop the inner stone steps overlooking the entrance courtyard while Darius barked orders to patrol wolves below.
“Keep the gates sealed until the Alpha gives command!”
The massive iron barriers remained firmly shut as cold wind swept across the walls. Beyond the gates, shadowed figures waited silently beneath crimson banners whipping through the storm.
Kael’s posture beside Lyra was rigid.
Controlled.
Dangerously calm.
The mate bond carried sharp waves of
