Breaking Point.
The pale brightness of the moon, which hung low above the Lunetti-DeVargas border, created twisting shadows on the woodland floor. In the distant came a howl, urgent and ominous. Lorenzo watched as tensions erupted into mayhem from the edge of the battlefield.
Conflicts had flared up like wildfire. The two packs' fights were no longer only symbolic; blood had been spilled, and neither side appeared prepared to give up.
Lorenzo's keen eyes tracked the snarling wolves caught up in the struggle. His own people, the DeVargas warriors, put up a fierce fight against the Lunetti enforcers. Each battle echoed through the trees as soldiers rushed and countered, mingling blood, sweat, and mud.
His chest grew constricted. Alessandra wanted this very much.
Thrown against a boulder
