The largest force Ironfang had ever assembled marched on Silverpine at dawn.
Selene’s betrayal had borne bitter fruit. She had rallied not only Ironfang’s warriors but also a handful of disillusioned rogues and a few Silverpine wolves who had slipped away in the night.
Their howls echoed across the hills like a death knell.
The Silverpine Pack met them on the open field just beyond the eastern ridge — the same ground where Elena had first run with Luke under the full moon.
Luke stood at the front in his massive black wolf form, Elena at his right shoulder. Their mate bond burned like liquid silver between them, linking their minds, their strength, and their hearts.
Behind them, the united pack stretched in a solid line — young and old, traditionalists and newcomers, all fighting as
