KELLY THOMPSON'S POV
The night held its breath, the kind of stillness that blankets the earth just before a storm. Amidst the darkness, I could feel them-the oppressive weight of Alpha Biansky's pack pressing against our defenses, their malice seeping through the shadows like a poison.
"Mother," Eden's voice was a mere wisp, but his presence by my side was a fortress in itself. "They're here."
I nodded, unable to speak as the first of them emerged from the treeline, their forms hulking and menacing under the moon's pale scrutiny. And then he appeared, Biansky-Bane-a figure carved from the very essence of vengeance, with eyes that glowed like coals in the dim light.
"Alpha Biansky," I called out, my voice steady despite the tumult inside me. "Let this be the end of bloodshed.
