Angela's POV
I cleared the blood from my eyes with one hard shake and found the lead rogue.
It circled me. Recalculating. It expected us to stay down, Silvia said. Bad assumption.
The Moon Goddess protected wolves carrying a pack heir — when the pup was threatened, something in the bloodline answered. I felt it burning through the exhaustion, through the wounds, through everything the fight had already taken from me.
The lead rogue lunged. I went under it and came up at the throat. The neck snapped clean.
The others saw it happen. Even rogue-broken, pack instinct recognized the moment. They whimpered and melted back into the dark.
I shifted back.
The return was harder than the shift. My human body hit the concrete before I'd finished and I stayed there, cheek against cold ground, ju
