The blood moon rose three nights later, turning the sky the color of rust and warning.
We all felt it — that heavy, electric pressure in the air that said something terrible was about to happen. Rafe had the entire rogue pack on high alert. Traps were set. Wolves hidden in the trees. I refused to stay behind in the caves like he wanted.
“I’m fighting with you,” I told him, strapping a blade to my thigh. “This is my war too.”
He looked like he wanted to argue, but something in my eyes must have stopped him. Instead he kissed me fierce and deep, like it might be the last time.
“Stay close to me,” he growled. “If I tell you to run, you run.”
I didn’t promise anything.
The attack came at midnight.
Howls shattered the silence — dozens of them, coordinated and furious. Kael had brought al
