The gates of the Supreme Blood Moon Pack loomed tall and dark before us, their iron edges sharp against the night sky.
My wolves shifted, their bones snapping, bodies twisting until fur rippled across their skin. Dozens of glowing eyes lit the shadows around me—gold, silver, amber, crimson. They looked like an army of stars scattered across the earth.
All except me. I stayed human. I didn't need to change yet. My power pulsed beneath my skin, hot, restless, waiting.
The spies had already cleared the way. Most of the patrol guards lay dead in the dirt, their throats ripped out, their blood soaking the soil. The few that survived had bent their knees and switched to our side—betrayal always comes easy when survival whispers in the ear.
We pushed through the gates.
A chorus of howls ripped the night open. My wolves announced themselves, their voices rolling across the land like thunder. And then, as if the earth itself cracked, the battle began.
