“Alpha, all the troops are in position.”
Zion didn’t answer immediately. His gaze sharpened as he looked toward the dark valley where the Dark Growlers Pack’s stronghold stood—home to traitors, killers, and liars who had taken him down in the most dishonorable way.
Tonight was not the night to search for Arwen.
Tonight was the night of retribution.
Beta Tyler stood beside him, his breathing steady but tense.
Behind them, Ryan and Beta Seoras of the Winterveil Pack waited for the signal, their bodies already half-shifted—muscles tightening, fangs elongated, eyes gleaming.
“Draven doesn’t know you’re alive,” Tyler whispered.
Zion gave a small nod. “And that will be his greatest mistake.”
He lifted his chin, surveying the sentinels perched on treetops, the Hunters hiding behind the la
