The ex-fiancé’s pack *returns* at dawn.
*Forty* wolves this time. *Armed* with silver. *Hungry* for revenge.
The forest is *alive* with the scent of *blood* and *rage*. The pack *moves* like *shadows*, silent, *deadly*, *hungry*.
Knox is at my side, his dark eyes *black* with rage, his voice a growl. *"Stay *behind* me, omega. They’re *not* playing around this time."*
I bare my teeth, my voice a snarl. *"I don’t *hide*, Knox. Not *ever*."*
His dark eyes *flash*, his voice a growl. *"This isn’t about *hiding*, Lena. It’s about *strategy*."*
*Fuck.*
His words *grate* against my skin, but I *know* he’s right. The scent of *silver* is thick in the air, *acrid*, *burning*. These wolves aren’t here to *play*. They’re here to *kill*.
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We *spread* out, the pack *fanning* through the tr
