They came from every direction.
Stone Creek arrived first — Alpha Kane at the head of forty wolves, moving through the eastern forest in a tight formation that spoke of discipline and urgency. His Beta walked beside him — a broad-shouldered man in his thirties named Declan, with cedar-brown hair and eyes that were red-rimmed and raw and carried the particular emptiness of a man who had just learned that his birth pack was ash. He had not spoken since Kane told him. He did not need to speak. His presence — silent, steady, devastated, walking toward the fight instead of away from it — said everything.
Kane stopped at Silver Fang's border. Looked at the crystal wall — still standing, still glowing, celestial light embedded in stone that had been raised from the earth in seconds by a woman w
