CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
My heart hammers against my ribcage like a caged bird desperate for freedom. I can hear the distant sounds of chaos—growls that rumble like thunder, snarls that cut through the air, the clashing of power that speaks of an epic battle just beyond my line of sight. And then, as if emerging from the very ground itself, figures cloaked in the night blur into view, their movements graceful yet lethal. Relief crashes over me like a tidal wave.
The Stone and Fire packs have come.
They storm the clearing with such force that the earth trembles beneath their feet. Moonlight glints off bared fangs and claws, turning each wolf into avenging spirits of silver and shadow. My eyes frantically search among them, seeking that one familiar form, craving the sight of him more than ai
