(Catherine POV)
From my position near the clearing's edge, I could see the pack's coordination in action—decades of training and shared combat experience translating into movements that looked choreographed despite their lethal spontaneity. They fought as a unit, each member aware of their packmates' positions, covering vulnerabilities and capitalizing on opportunities with precision that spoke of trust earned through countless shared dangers.
Marcus took point, his injuries from Blackwood's assault apparently healed enough to allow the kind of aggressive tactics that cleared paths for others to exploit. Elena flanked whatever enemies presented themselves, her smaller size allowing speed that larger opponents couldn't match. Thomas and the twins moved as connected units, their coordinati
