The battlefield trembled under the weight of the two powerful packs. Damien stood at the front of the Moonlit Pack warriors, his piercing eyes locked onto Ludwig. I felt my breath hitch.
'Damien's here...' I thought. 'My mate... How did he find us here?'
And as if I had been heard, Damien said through the link, "The Crestfallen Pack sent us a letter requesting reinforcements…"
His gaze flickered at me for the briefest moment. Then he looked at Ludwig and smirked darkly.
"You look surprised, Ludwig."
Ludwig's lips curled. "You're too late..."
Damien tilted his head. "Too late for what?" His voice was low. "To bury you?"
And then, the war erupted once more.
Magnus and Xavier launched forward first. Their wolves blurred, meeting the Abyssal wolves in a ferocious clash of fangs and claws. Quickly, blood splattered across the battlefield.
