Talon could feel her power now—raw, contained, restrained by sheer force of will. Her wolf pressed against the edges of her soul, massive and fierce.
And yet—
'Why,' Fenrir murmured, confusion threading his fury, 'is her wolf not out? I can feel her. She is not a weak wolf.'
Before Talon could respond, another presence arrived.
“Diana is here?” Asher said, disbelief coloring his voice as he reached Talon’s side.
Talon didn’t answer. His eyes never left the woman.
“Alpha,” one of the warriors said urgently to Asher, voice strained. “Diana was already here when the rogues attacked. She was training near the border. When the attack began, she intercepted them.”
Asher’s jaw tightened.
“Who is she?” Enzo asked, shifting smoothly from his wolf, River, back into his human form. His gaze w
