CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
The forest is a blur of snarling muzzles and flashing teeth as the battle rages around me. I can feel the ground vibrating beneath my feet with the weight of bodies slamming into each other – fur against fur, fang against flesh. My side, the Pine Pack and our wedding guests the River Run Pack, is losing ground by the second. Desperation claws at my chest, but I shove it down. As Mark's bride, as the Alpha's other half, I refuse to be the weak link.
"Behind you!" Alex's warning slices through the chaos just as I whirl around, coming face to face with a rogue wolf barreling towards me. Its jaws gape wide, revealing a set of oversized, unnaturally perfect teeth. It takes a fraction of a second for me to realize they're fake, but that’s all it takes. The teeth sink into my
