Ravyn
The forest erupted into chaos the moment Alpha Blackwood’s command crackled through the radios. From her window position, Ravyn watched hybrid venom darts whistle through the darkness like deadly stars, each one finding its mark with lethal precision.
A compulsion soldier scaling the lodge wall dropped instantly when her dart took him center mass, his blank eyes going dark as the venom shut down his nervous system in seconds. She was already reloading when two more vampires rushed the front porch, moving with inhuman speed.
“Grayson, front approach!” she called through their mate bond, but he was already moving.
His massive gray wolf dropped from the oak tree like a shadow given form, landing directly between the vampires and the lodge entrance. The first attacker went down under
