CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
The air crackles with tension, a prelude to the chaos about to unfold. I can feel it, a whisper against my skin, the calm before the storm. The moon, a silver sentinel in the sky, does nothing to ease the unease that has settled deep within my bones.
"Here they come," Ryan murmurs next to me, his eyes reflecting the pale light, hard and ready for battle.
I shift, heart pounding, as darkness at the edge of the village stirs. Figures emerge, swift and silent as death. Mason leads them, his presence as commanding as it is menacing, flanked by Salina, her eyes alight with feral glee. The Hills pack spread out behind them, a wave of destruction poised to crash down upon us.
"Defend the village!" I shout, the words ripped from my throat. Our pack surges forward to meet the
