The night held its breath.
Every wolf in the clearing stood suspended between instinct and revelation, between fear of their Alpha and the rising call of their Luna. The circle of bodies pulsed like a living boundary, eyes glowing faintly in the dark. The earth itself seemed to tremble as Arthur lowered his massive golden head, muscles rippling beneath his fur, his aura crashing down in a storm of dominance.
Then he lunged.
Arthur’s golden form streaked across the clearing, a blur of fury and power. His jaws snapped with bone-crushing force, the air hissing as his fangs closed where Ivy’s throat had been a split second earlier. Selra’s sharp instincts yanked Ivy’s body sideways, silver paws scraping the dirt. His fangs grazed her shoulder, tearing fur and flesh, hot pain searing through
