Chapter Forty-Two - Chaos
The courtyard was chaos. The alarm bells still echoed, warriors rushing to form ranks, but as Tristan, Evandra, and Kohl burst through the heavy doors, the sight that met them stole the air from their lungs.
Alpha Balor stood at the center of the courtyard. Broad, cruel, his presence radiated menace. Crescent warriors fanned out behind him like a wall of shadow—hard-eyed men and women, every one armed with sleek rifles gleaming silver under the moonlight. The scent of danger was suffocating, sharp as blood and smoke.
Tristan’s wolf surged violently inside him. Thorne wanted blood.
But before he could move, Crescent wolves surged forward, seizing them—Kohl’s arms wrenched behind his back, Evandra’s wrists pinned. Tristan fought, snarling, but three warriors
