CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
I dart between the clashing bodies, my breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as I try to make my voice heard over the cacophony of snarls and growls. "Stop! Please, listen!" My plea is a mere whisper swallowed by the thunderous roars of the battle that rages around me.
The ground beneath my feet trembles with the fury of the fight — werewolves from the Stone Pack and Fire Pack locked in a dance as old as time, yet fueled by misunderstandings and pride. None spare a glance toward the rogue werewolf who once healed their wounds, the one whose empathic touch had soothed their pain. I am invisible in the midst of their blind rage, and it tears at my heart like claws through flesh.
"Roman!" I scream, hoping the Alpha's name will pierce the veil of violence that has descende
