Silver light locked every wolf in place. Lily’s memory flooded their minds with every smell, sound, and thought intact. The tree gave them nowhere to look away.
A few nights before the attack, Lily slipped past the eastern sentry and entered the woods alone. The scarred rogue leader waited beyond the boundary stones.
She handed him a rolled map of our patrol routes. Each thinly guarded hour had been marked beside its section of the border. He laughed as he opened it under the trees.
“Make sure the silver-tipped arrow finds the gray one. The Alpha is mine to handle.”
The memory jumped to the battlefield. First, the pack saw through my eyes.
They saw the silver arrow, Callan’s unguarded chest, and my hands shoving him aside. Then my sight vanished, and Lily’s took its place.
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