Xavier’s Pov
It’s the middle of the night when the attack comes. The sudden roar of a werewolf’s howl breaks the stillness, echoing through the woods surrounding their base. Xavier’s instincts kick in immediately; this is not a random hunt. Viktor has finally made his move.
He stands at the perimeter of the pack’s camp, his heightened senses picking up every sound, the rustling of leaves, the subtle shift in the air. His heart races, but he keeps his emotions in check. This is war, and he’s the leader.
The first wave hits the border with terrifying force. Rogue wolves, wild-eyed and bloodthirsty, emerge from the trees, launching themselves at Xavier’s pack with unbridled fury. Xavier’s body transforms, muscles bulging as his wolf form takes over, his claws ready to shred anything that t
