The largest Ironfang force yet descended on Silverpine at midnight.
Selene had chosen her moment perfectly — striking when the pack was still grieving and exhausted from the previous battles. Her silver wolf led the charge alongside the scarred Ironfang alpha, howling promises of a “purer” pack to any Silverpine wolf who would turn.
The attack hit the central territory hard.
Howls of alarm ripped through the night. The mate bond flared between Luke and Elena the instant the first enemy crossed the border.
They were already moving.
Luke shifted mid-stride as he burst from the cabin, his massive black wolf a blur of fury. Elena shifted a heartbeat later, her brown-black wolf strong and ready, the claiming mark on her neck glowing with power.
Stay close to me, Luke sent through the bond
