DAMIEN
My own blood is chasing power that was never theirs. Greed drives them. It always has.
The Silver Moon Pack wants Sky’s bloodline too. They crave what she was born with, even though it doesn’t belong to them. None of it does.
Fang speaks, but there is no answer to give. Nothing is clear yet.
The Jeep door opens. The shift happens without thought. Fur, bone, instinct. The Shadow Fang Pack shifts with me. All around us, wolves snarl and snap. Teeth clash. Growls cut the air. The noise keeps attention on us and away from Sky. It’s not much, but it buys time.
The air smells wrong.
A thin mist hangs low, cold and wet. Droplets land on my snout. I shake them off. That small moment is enough. Movement spreads through my pack.
A howl breaks from my chest. The pack answers.
We run t
