Magnus
We move like smoke across the land—low to the ground, silent and lethal.
All of us have shifted into wolves, transforming Blood Moon into an army of predators. A death sentence on four paws, gliding through shadows, striking before anyone can even sense us coming.
Our plan is reckless, hopeful, daring—but sometimes, to get a lot, one has to gamble everything. And apparently, I want a fucking lot.
'Team A, ready for the clash?' I reach out to Samantha through the mind link. Her squad is the first to breach Golden Lake's border—the path that will lead us into Dark Wood.
According to Arthur, once Windthorne merged the two packs, he erased the borders between their lands for smoother operations. A critical mistake on his part, but one I'm more than happy to exploit. With him holed up in Dark Wood's packhouse, whatever defenses remain here will be child's play to tear down.
'We're ready,' Sam answers, her voice sharp with resolve.
'Move.'
