THE FINAL BATTLE
They came from three directions.
I had expected two, the redirected force from the false site and a secondary push from the northern trail. The third was the surprise: wolves from the west, already positioned before Lucian gave Garrett the false location. They had been waiting in the tree line for hours, patient in the cold.
Garrett had not trusted Lucian completely.
Smart, I thought, even as the western alarm sounded through the pack network. Garrett was many things I had no respect for, but he wasn’t careless.
“Western trail,” I said.
“I see it,” Roger l replied, already redirecting patrol wolves. “Take the eastern anchor. Soren has the north.”
“And the west?”
He met my gaze.
“Yours.”
Something in my chest tightened, not the assignment, but the trust. Three wee
