The strike team moved like a silent storm through the pre-dawn mist.
Luke’s massive black wolf led the charge, Elena’s sleek brown-black form running at his right flank. Their mate bond burned like a silver flame between them, linking their minds, their senses, and their hearts.
Behind them, the best fighters of Silverpine followed — Maya and Jace on the left, Garrick and a mix of traditionalists and younger wolves on the right.
They hit Ironfang’s main camp just as the first light of dawn touched the eastern sky.
The enemy was caught off guard.
Howls of alarm erupted as Silverpine wolves slammed into the outer perimeter. Teeth flashed. Claws tore.
The air filled with snarls and the sickening sound of bodies colliding.
Luke was a black whirlwind of fury. He tore through the first
