The valley of Ravenspire trembled under the pulsing light of the full moon. The Shadow Commander had regrouped overnight, and this time its assault was relentless. Fissure energy crackled violently from the distant valley, splitting the cliffs and shaking the forests.
Lukas, atop the cliffs, silver-violet aura blazing, surveyed the battlefield. The Moonmarked pack stood ready, young and veteran wolves united, crescents glowing like guiding lights in the darkness.
“The Shadow Commander will not hold back this time,” Lukas growled. “Every wolf must fight as one. Trust the tether. Trust each other. Ravenspire cannot fall!”
Kaerin sharpened her blade, eyes gleaming. “We’ve faced the impossible before. This is no different. The pack stands together—or we fall alone.”
Rovan growled from the
