POV EMMA BELLE
The wind at the edge of Whispering Ridge didn't just howl; it screamed with the voices of a thousand ghosts. The terrain was a nightmare of jagged limestone and hidden crevices, a natural fortress that the Eclipse Pack had used for generations to hide their cowards.
Caleb thought he was safe here. He thought the heights would protect him from the wrath he had unleashed. He was wrong.
"The perimeter is set," Nathaniel whispered, his voice projected directly into my mind through the silver link we shared. He was positioned on a northern peak, his eyes scanning the valley below with the cold precision of a hawk. "Damon is in position at the base. Vincent has neutralized their sentries. It's time, Emma."
I stood on the highest point of the ridge, the moonlight turn
