The wind carried the scent of steel and coming violence.
Reign crouched at the cliff's edge, peering down through the swirling snow at the valley below. Her breath came steady despite the hammering of her heart. This was it. No more skirmishes with hunting parties or ambushes of small groups.
They'd brought an army.
Rows of wolves moved in disciplined formation through the mountain pass. Not rogues or desperate mercenaries. Pack soldiers wearing armor that gleamed even in the dim light. Banners snapped above them, black with silver wolves emblazoned in the center.
Kieran's colors.
At the front of the column rode her ex-Alpha himself. Even from this distance, she recognized his posture. Rigid. Controlled. Radiating the absolute certainty of someone who'd never been truly challenged.
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