**NEUTRAL POV**
The courtyard ran red.
Bodies shifted in and out of fur—wolves in full transformation, claws flashing, teeth tearing, roars and growls blurring with human screams. The scent of iron and ash choked the air. Above them, the blood moon burned like a watching god.
Asher moved like a storm through the wreckage of his home.
He took down two of them in a single motion—black-furred wolves lunging from opposite ends. His claws ripped across a flank, his jaws crushed a throat. He didn’t recognize the faces until they shifted mid-collapse. Young. Too young.
Julian’s wolves.
Trained. Fast. Loyal.
And now dead.
*Damn you, Julian. You made this a war.*
A third came at him—larger, silver-eyed, too fast for his claws. Asher was slammed into the side wall, ribs cracking against sto
