Night fell fast over Shadowpeak.
The moon hung low and sharp, a silver blade cutting through the darkness. Wolves gathered in the clearing behind the Alpha House, their eyes glowing with anticipation. Lyra stood between Kayden and Mira, her wolf pacing beneath her skin, restless and ready.
Kayden addressed the pack, voice steady but charged. “We move quietly. We move fast. We hit their outer camp and fall back before they can regroup.”
Mira whispered to Lyra, “This is real. This is happening.”
Lyra nodded, her pulse quickening. “I’m ready.”
Kayden turned to her, his gaze locking onto hers. “You stay with me. No exceptions.”
Lyra swallowed. “I won’t leave your side.”
Kayden’s expression softened — just for a heartbeat — before he shifted into Alpha mode again.
“Let’s move.”
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