THE DIRECT STRIKE
The forest trembled as the shadows surged forward again, this time with a precision that made every hair on the pack’s body stand on end. Morning light barely pierced the dense canopy, and where it did, it seemed to shimmer, distorted by the sheer intensity of the energy radiating from the Alpha and mate.
Lykos and Aria stood at the center of the clearing, silver aura blazing around them, their bond fully merged, every nerve, every sense attuned to the energy around them. Wolves fanned out in defensive formations, coordinated and disciplined, yet tension coursed through the pack like wildfire.
Kael’s ears flicked nervously as he scanned the northern ridge. “Alpha… mate… they’ve positioned themselves! This isn’t a wave attack… it’s a surgical strike. Every shadow moving
