Chapter Forty-Seven- Call of the Pack
The moon was blood-red in the sky the night Alpha Tristan called upon Celestia. His pack was bleeding, fractured, but not yet broken—and he would see them stand.
When Lefu Mills, Alpha of Celestia, answered his summons, the relief across Melting Moon’s courtyard was palpable. Celestia wolves marched in formation, their silver-gray coats gleaming like steel, eyes glowing with the same promise as their Alpha’s: loyalty, vengeance, and war.
There was no hesitation. Within hours, Tristan led them across the border, Kohl at his side, Lefu’s army shadowing them like thunder. They would take Evandra back—or die trying.
And then all hell broke loose.
The battlefield at Crescent’s gates was nothing short of c*****e. Wolves collided with the fury of stor
