The howls echoed through the night, sharp and filled with menace. The sound sent a jolt of fear racing through Lyra's veins, but she couldn't afford to give in to it. This was what they'd been preparing for—the inevitable clash with Marcus.
Kael was already moving. Lyra caught sight of him through the chaos of the camp, his command ringing out as he ordered the pack to take their positions. The tension in his movements, the set of his jaw, told her everything she needed to know. Marcus wasn't just testing their defenses this time. He was coming, and he wasn't holding back.
The wolves of Kael's pack moved swiftly, their eyes glowing in the dim light of the evening as they shifted into their wolf forms. The air was thick with anticipation, every breath heavy with the promise of violence. Lyra's heart raced as she tried to steady herself, her mind reeling with the sudden shift.
