Leah Carter’s Point of View
War wasn’t a threat anymore. It had begun.
The howls multiplied, overlapping like thunder rolling through the night. The forest came alive with snarls, the snap of branches, the crash of heavy paws tearing through undergrowth. Emma whimpered against my chest, her tiny fists clutching at me. Caleb staggered to his feet, pale but burning with something wild behind his eyes.
Kael’s voice cracked through the chaos like a whip. “Back to the Hollow. Now.”
“Kael, ” I began, but his gaze cut to mine, hard and blazing gold.
“I’ll hold them.” The Alpha in him pulsed through the grove, filling the air until even the spirits seemed to retreat. For the first time, I felt what his wolves must feel when he commanded them: power absolute, terrifying in its certainty.
Cale
