The cavern walls shook with the thunder of paws. Growls rumbled through the night like the earth itself had come alive.
Lyra stood at the mouth of the Shadow Moon stronghold, her chest heaving, silver eyes catching the flickering firelight. Around her, the air bristled with the electric energy of her mates preparing for war. Ronan’s massive grey wolf prowled at her side, his icy gaze fixed on the treeline. Darius stretched his shoulders, rolling his neck like a predator about to pounce. Lucien stood behind them, his voice low, calm, calculating—already reading every move their enemies might make. And Kael… Kael burned like a shadow of gold and black, every line of his body screaming possessive rage as he positioned himself in front of her, daring anyone to take a step closer.
“Stay behin
