Thousands of wolves being furious at the same time feels exactly as pleasant as it sounds.
It hit me like a physical force.
Rage.
Fear.
Protect.
The last one wasn't a word.
It was an instinct.
Mine.
Theirs.
I couldn't tell anymore.
"Run!" Callan shouted.
Another bullet slammed into the porch.
I didn't run.
Instead, something inside me reached back.
Every wolf I could feel across Blackwood territory suddenly became sharper.
Closer.
Thousands of points of awareness.
And all of them were moving.
Toward me.
"Oh, shit."
Callan had one arm around my waist.
"What?"
"They're coming."
"Who's coming?"
"Everyone."
Another shot cracked through the trees.
Callan pulled me behind the stone wall beside the porch steps.
Elena dropped beside us.
"How many shooters?" Callan deman
