"Hold the fucking line!"
The first truck hit the northern barricade hard enough to shove it sideways.
Our fighters scattered before the front bumper came through, then closed around it the second the doors opened.
Coalition wolves poured out, and there were too fucking many of them.
I shifted before the first one reached me.
The change came fast. Still hurt. Still felt like every bone in my body had to remember where the hell it belonged, but there was no stopping halfway this time. No locking up.
Four paws hit the ground. For one second, everything around me changed. Not the fight, but my people.
A young fighter was twenty feet away with blood already running down one arm. He saw me and stopped dead. The fighter beside him did the same.
Even with men coming through the broken barricade, I caught the hesitation.
Their Alpha. As a wolf. And it's the first time most of them had ever seen it.
Ten years of rumors finished in about two fucking seconds.
