The convoy crossed the Blood River just as the sun began to dip below the tree line, casting long, bloody shadows across the dense forest. The moment the heavily armored SUVs passed the territorial markers, a collective howl erupted from the woods. It wasn’t a howl of alarm, but a thunderous, earth-shaking chorus of triumph. The border patrols had already received word. The Blood Moon Pack knew their Alpha had returned, and they knew their Luna had conquered the Iron Fortress.
As they pulled into the sprawling courtyard of the pack house, hundreds of wolves—both in human and shifted forms—were waiting. The moment Kael stepped out of the vehicle, the entire courtyard fell completely silent. Then, as one, the warriors dropped to a single knee. It was a staggering display of absolute loyalty
