Joseph's POV
The explosion echoes through the valley as we launch our coordinated attack. Just as I predicted, we have to send a contingent of injured warriors back to the pack house immediately. Keller's anguished scream tears through my mind, and I dispatch my least wounded fighters to escort him to Dorothy. My chest tightens with worry, but I force myself to focus. If anyone can work miracles, it's my mate. Her healing hands have saved countless lives, and I have to trust in her abilities while I finish what we started here.
Demetrius's forces had time to recover since their last failed assault on my territory. But Gareth and Damon's relentless campaigns have carved deep wounds in their ranks. Even after sending our injured home, we still maintain overwhelming numerical superiority. With two Alphas and two Betas orchestrating this four-pronged assault, Oliver cuts through their defenses like a blade through silk.
