|Theodore|
The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to choke on. Every wolf in the alliance could feel it—a storm brewing just beneath the surface. Across the darkened landscape, we moved as one: a relentless tide of fur, muscle, and unshakable determination.
Some stayed in their human forms, eyes glowing in the shadows, while others ran fully shifted, their claws digging into the earth with each stride. The scent of pine and damp soil mingled with the electric charge of anticipation, creating a haunting prelude to the inevitable bloodshed awaiting us.
I should have been entirely focused on the task ahead—saving Carmella. That had been the mission, the singular goal driving us forward. But Marcus, ever the strategist, had thrown another cruel twist into the mix. The revelation
