*Leo*

The ground trembles beneath us as the wolves descend from the hills. Golden Elm’s warriors move in perfect formation, their chariots wheeling in gleaming arcs of gold and steel. Ebonlight’s dark riders thunder alongside them, their black cloaks snapping like storm clouds.

But it’s not just them. Ravensong and Nightshade, two packs I hadn’t counted on joining us, both answered the call.

They’re here. All of them. For her.

The witches sense it, and their smug laughter curdles into panic. Then they run.

“No,” I growl through the mind-link. “Do not let them scatter.”

I break from the tree line in wolf form, dirt kicking behind my paws as...