The night air was thick with tension. The howls of the Silver Ridge wolves echoed through the forest, their calls blending into a low, ominous growl that sent a shiver down Nova’s spine.
Kade stepped in front of her, his muscles taut, eyes locked on the shadows moving between the trees. Around them, Crescent Moon warriors braced for the inevitable fight, their bodies coiled like springs.
“Stay close,” Kade murmured to Nova. “No matter what happens, you don’t leave my side.”
She swallowed hard and nodded.
A figure stepped forward from the darkness, tall and imposing. Maddox.
The Silver Ridge Alpha’s sharp eyes scanned the Crescent Moon warriors before landing on Nova. His lip curled. “So it’s true.” His voice was steady, but there was a razor-sharp edge beneath it. “You’ve thrown your
