The southern patrol site was a scene of chaos when Luke and Elena arrived.
Three Silverpine wolves were missing — taken during a lightning raid.
The ground was torn up with claw marks and blood. Two injured scouts lay on the forest floor, being tended by healers. The air reeked of Ironfang and betrayal.
Maya was already there, coordinating the search. Her face was grim. “They hit fast and hard. Selene was leading the group. She knew exactly which patrol was weakest tonight. The three taken are young — two males and one female who had been training with Elena.”
Elena’s stomach twisted. Through the mate bond she felt Luke’s cold fury, but she also sent him calm strength.
“We’ll get them back,” she said firmly, shifting into her wolf form to pick up the scent trail.
Luke shifted beside
