The battle continued to rage on around me, but the tide was starting to turn. One by one, Lucas’s pack started pouring into the fray, their howls joining the symphony of war. I could feel their presence, each one of them a threat. The air was thick with tension, and every inch of ground was earned with blood and sweat.
I fought alongside my pack, my movements a blur of claw and rage, trying to push back the forces of Alys’s pack and the encroaching Moonshadow wolves. But it wasn’t enough. They just kept coming, and I could see the grim realization in my packmates' eyes—we were losing ground.
Then, I felt it. A shift in the air, a cold chill crawling up my spine. Lucas was here. His eyes locked on mine across the battlefield, and for a split second, time seemed to stand still. I could see
