The warriors started arriving on the second day.

They came in trucks and on foot, in packs of ten and twenty, from territories I'd only seen as names on Zoe's maps.

Silvermoon's contingent was first.

Sixty fighters in matching grey, led by Freya's Beta, a woman named Astrid who moved like a blade wrapped in silk.

Nightrunner sent forty five, lean and fast, scouts and strikers who communicated in hand signals I didn't recognize.

Ironhide brought seventy, every one of them built like Remus.

Broad, heavy, designed for absorbing punishment and hitting back harder.

Within a week, eight hundred wolves filled the Meridian and the surrounding blocks that Valtherion had...