Elira

Victory floods my veins as screams tear through the settlement and the clash of steel and claw rings out beneath the blood-red sky. Fire licks at the thatched roofs. Warriors snarl and shift mid-stride, bones cracking, fur ripping through skin as my pack and the Silver Fang Pack carve a path straight through the heart of Keith’s precious territory.

This is what I was born for.

This is what they all underestimated.

“Push forward!” I command, my voice cutting clean through the chaos.

My warriors obey instantly. They form a protective arc around me, blades flashing, teeth bared. A wolf lunges from the right—one of Keith’s chiefs—and is intercepted...