The battlefield was soaked in sweat, blood, and smoke. The clash of steel had slowed, bodies strewn across the ground—friend and foe alike. Lucien stood at the edge of the burning ridge, rallying the remaining warriors as they retreated to safety. Just as he turned to check on Damon, a sudden movement in the shadows caught his attention.

Too late.

*Gravak*, the towering Alpha of the Nightfang pack, lunged from the shadows with terrifying speed—his claws gleaming with bloodlust.

“*DAMON!*” Lucien roared, but the words barely left his lips before Gravak had slammed into Damon, dragging him backward like a ragdoll.

Damon struggled fiercely, snarling, claws slashing—but Gravak was stronger...