The valley of Ravenspire burned under the silver light of the full moon, though not with fire—energy crackled, fissures split the cliffs, and the cries of battle echoed through the forests. The Shadow Commander had revealed itself, and its army of shadow wolves pressed relentlessly against the Moonmarked pack.
Lukas stood atop the cliffs, silver-violet aura blazing. Every wolf in the pack felt the tether pulse stronger than ever, connecting them in perfect harmony.
“Moonmarked!” he roared. “This is no time to falter. We fight as one! Push them back! Protect Ravenspire!”
Kaerin, Aric, and Rovan flanked him, guiding the young wolves in formation. Crescents glowed brightly as the pack synchronized their defenses and attacks.
Coordinated Assault
Lukas signaled with a surge of his hybrid a
