The night was growing darker, and the distant howls of the hunters were getting louder. Lena’s heart hammered as she followed Marcus and Damien back toward the center of the camp. The tension was almost unbearable—both from the looming threat and the turmoil brewing in her heart. She could still taste Damien’s desperate kiss on her lips, and the thought of Marcus’s tender embrace left her torn between two worlds.
The pack was in a frenzy, preparing for the impending attack. Wolves in their human forms carried weapons while others prowled in their beastly shapes, their eyes glowing fiercely. Lena tried to steady her nerves, but every sound, every movement, set her on edge.
As they reached the main cabin, Marcus turned to her, his expression filled with determination. “We need to get you t
