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I caught sight of Alice, but before I could call out to her, a howl broke through the trees.
My wolf growled at the opposing male’s warning.
Blood Moon was here.
The world seemed to hold its breath. The leaves ceased rustling, and small creatures hid in their burrows. Energy hummed through the pack as we leashed our anger and protectiveness.
Alpha Wynn’s wolf howled, and we responded in kind—our war cries promising savagery. The ground thundered with the pounding of paws.
Snarls, growls, and howls of pain filled the air.
My wolf crowded the border of our mind, ready to take control, but I held him back as I waited for the first enemy to break through the trees.
I spotted a flash of color at the edge of my vision as a Blood Moon wolf vaulted over the border. Gentry’s wolf slammed into him, and the combatant tumbled into the forest.
More enemy wolves raced through the trees, and the two sides collided. Leaping into the air, I shifted and landed on a scarred wolf’s back.
Blood Moon fighters were coming in droves, and soon, I was lost in a sea of claws and fur.
Another howl rumbled over the battlefield as Silver Fang wolves emerged from the north and south, taking Blood Moon by surprise.
I slashed and bit, letting my wolf take the reins. He was merciless, knowing this line was all that stood between Kane and Myla.
I’d kill them all before I let him near her.
Chapter 26
Myla
We’d been waiting for what felt like hours, but was probably a matter of minutes. Yowls and snarls echoed through the air, and I flinched at the sounds of snapping twigs and colliding muscle.
My mates blocked their end of the bond, locking me out. I understood why—they thought they could spare me by keeping their pain isolated—but not knowing if they were okay was worse.
I could tug at the bond if I wanted to, but I didn’t dare. If they lost their concentration during the fight, it could be fatal.
The sounds of battle drew nearer.
“The second-string fighters are engaged,” Amy, an Alpha female, whispered.
I nodded, taking a fighting stance. If the second line had entered the fray, there was a higher possibility we’d have to join as well.
I constructed my mental barriers, shielding my mates from the rising tide of my emotions.
“First time in a fight?” Amy asked distractedly.
“How could you tell?”
Her eyes dropped to my palms. I followed her gaze and realized my fists were balled so tight that my knuckles were white.
I quickly uncurled and wiggled my fingers.
“Right,” I said bashfully. “I’m a bit nervous.”
“To fight? Or to face what happens afterward?” she asked.
“After. Things are going to change, and I’m anxious to know if they’ll be good or bad.”
“Change is inevitable. All that matters is how you let it change you,” she said with certainty. “After today, I’ll still be Amy. My Alpha will still be Wynn, and if Hidden Creek is in an unfavorable position, I’ll keep fighting because that’s who I am.”
