Half of his pack showed up as dawn rose. It was more than he expected but less than he needed to successfully infiltrate Jake’s pack. He knew this was most likely a suicide mission, but he had to try. He had to have faith in Fiona and Cole to bring backup. If they couldn’t, his pack was doomed one way or another.
The witch was racing on the back of a black horse with a purple, flaming mane to keep up with him. The animal made no sound as it stretched its body to match his pace. It reminded him of the raven, and if he had time to admire the magic, he might have, but he was focused on one thing only: Lila.
It had started to rain when they crossed the borders to Jake’s territory. Thick droplets of water turned dry soil into a slippery, muddy path.
"Fan out!" Ethan commanded his wolves as
