Callista’s POV

It was night. Black as a beetle's belly. And each of my warriors, a storm cloud against the pale dawn, stood poised, ears perked, eyes reflecting the glint of the coming battle. This wasn't a hunt; this was vengeance. My revenge.

“Are you ready, warriors?” I asked through the mental link.

“Awoo!” they grunted and howled in unison, signifying they were ready. Their eyes are like embers, burning the same fire I feel. I am not hunting tonight. This is payback, raw, and mean.

My gaze shifted to Andrian, who stood confidently beside me. His wolf’s fur shimmers under the moon's watchful gaze. His eyes match the rage...