-Jake’s P.O.V.-
When I reach the first group of wolves, I am greeted with utter chaos.
“Alpha Jake!”
“Where is that smoke coming from?”
“Is there a fire?”
“Is the enemy here?”
“Are we being attacked?”
Zack stands between me and the crowd, his expression frozen over. It takes me a moment to realize what he is doing. He is allowing me a moment to breath, gather myself, then face my pack. I feel a surge of gratefulness rush through me before I place a hand on his shoulder, meet his eyes, and nod.
“Ready, Alpha?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be.”
He steps aside. Immediately, the weight of their gazes increases. I lean on my wolf the slightest bit, and he surges forward. My stance steadies, and I feel the rush of adrenaline at an upcoming battle.
“The enemy is here,” I confirm. I am only h
