Darius shifted into his wolf form, his powerful gray body tense and ready. The pack watched, waiting for his command, and Amara knew that everything depended on this moment—on holding the line against Killian’s attack and keeping their trust intact.
Killian’s smile faded, his expression turning to one of cold determination. “You’ll regret this, Darius,” he snarled. “All of you will. Because this isn’t over. Not until she pays for what she’s done.”
With a signal from Killian, his wolves charged, a mass of snarling teeth and snapping jaws. The Nightshade wolves responded immediately, leaping forward to meet them head-on.
The forest was a battlefield. Growls and snarls filled the night air, accompanied by the snapping of jaws and the clash of wolves. The Nightshade Pack was holding the lin
