The alpha finished the last two wolves with quick, powerful bites. Blood dripped from his jaws. Then he turned toward me with full force. His eyes burned with anger. He charged fast across the battlefield, a massive brown blur of muscle and fury, heading straight for the wolf who defied him.
Jax was about to learn the price of disobedience.
I stood there, chest heaving, my own wolf form still buzzing from the fight. My paws dug into the dirt, sticky with blood that wasn’t all mine. The forest around us had gone quiet except for the groans of the fallen. Trees loomed like silent witnesses, their branches heavy with the scent of pine and death. I’d jumped in when I shouldn’t have. The alpha had given clear orders to stay back, to let the pack handle the Shadowfang scouts. But I couldn’t. N
