POV: Riley
The sky was still screaming when the first body hit the ground.
Crimson lightning tore through the clouds above the pack lands, splitting the night open in jagged scars of red and black. The shockwave from Arken’s sigil rippled through every tree, every stone, every heartbeat.
I was already running.
“DEFENSIVE FORMATION!” David roared across the territory.
Wolves erupted into motion below as darkness spilled across the valley like a living flood. The shadows moved with intent—twisting, hunting, alive. The pack’s barriers flared to life in streaks of silver and gold, but I felt it immediately.
They were weakening.
“Riley!” Mason shouted as he shifted mid-stride, fur tearing across his body in a blur of movement. “The eastern shield is failing!”
Alex was beside me in secon
