Luca had warned me once not to fire at anyone, ever. That had been when we weren’t sure if the Snow Moon pack would betray us. Back then, the biggest danger was accidentally hitting Lucien or Luca. But now, everything had changed. The enemy was real, armed, and moving fast. They weren’t concerned about a fair fight; they expected resistance. My pulse thumped in my ears, loud enough it seemed to shake the rifle in my hands.
Something inside me stirred a rush of raw, animal panic. My wolf clawed at the edges of my consciousness, desperate to break free. I’d felt her only a few times before, in flashes, but now she screamed for action. She didn’t like seeing Lucien and Luca in danger. She wanted to fight. And I couldn’t deny it, I felt the same. My human mind understood strategy, orders, and
