Irene's POV
The attack came without warning.
One moment, we were driving through the mountain pass, the children dozing against each other in the backseat while Karson sat rigid beside me, his eyes scanning the treeline with quiet vigilance. The next moment, our entire convoy was surrounded.
Wolves poured from the treeline like shadows given form. Dozens of them. More than I could count. Their eyes glowed with feral rage, their pelts marked with the distinctive blood-red streaks of the Blood Moon Pack. They moved in perfect coordination, cutting off our escape routes before we even realized what was happening.
This wasn't a random attack. This was a planned ambush.
"Get down!" Karson shouted.
He grabbed me and the children, shoving us behind him as the first wolf slammed into our veh
