Damien
I was on my way back to the packhouse when something registered before I could see it. A wolf came out of the bushes behind me and I had its throat in my hand before it could get close. Two more came from the left. I broke both of their necks. A fourth came from behind, and Jordan — in wolf form — tore it apart before I had to move. He shifted back, covered in blood.
“We’re under attack,” he said.
“How many?” I linked a guard.
“Over a hundred, Alpha. More are pushing through. They are demanding the Luna,” the guard said before the link dropped.
“They’re here for Ember,” I told Jordan.
We moved to the front line and tore through them. Jordan and I commanded the guards to abandon their posts and form a ring around the pack homes. A man stepped forward from the remaining wolves.
