The camp erupted into chaos as the hunters broke through the outer defenses. Lena stood in the center of it all, her heart pounding as wolves clashed with armed hunters. The metallic scent of blood filled the air, mixing with the sharp tang of fear. Despite the pandemonium, she felt a strange calm settle over her. This was it the moment she had been preparing for, the moment everything would change.
“Stay close to me,” Marcus said, his voice steady despite the tension in his expression. He had shifted into his wolf form, his powerful frame bristling with energy as he positioned himself between Lena and the fray.
Damien, in his own wolf form, prowled on her other side, his dark eyes scanning for threats. “No matter what happens, you don’t leave this spot,” he growled, his voice rough
