Silvain's howl was a declaration of war.

Marina felt it through the bond before she heard it. His rage exploding outward like a supernova, his Alpha authority crashing through the forest with enough force to make every wolf present freeze in instinctive submission.

Ragnar's smile faltered. "He wouldn't."

The massive red-brown wolf burst through the tree line, and Marina had never seen anything more terrifying or beautiful in her life. Silvain in full Alpha rage was a force of nature, his amber eyes blazing with primal fury, his silver-tipped fur standing on end as power radiated from every line of his body.

He placed himself directly between Marina and the...