Nolan POV
The first impact rattled my bones.
Not from the force of a blow, but from the sheer weight of bodies colliding—wolf against wolf, muscle and magic slamming together at the edge of Silver Fang territory. The ground shook beneath my feet as our lines met the rogues in a brutal, thunderous crash.
This was no skirmish.
This was war.
The reality of it settled hard into my bones. I’d known plenty of battle, plenty of fights, but everything about this was different. Amplified.
I shifted the instant my boots left the earth, pain flaring briefly along my side as my body completed the change. The injury I’d taken weeks ago screamed its protest, but adrenaline drowned it out.
My wolf surged forward, massive and dark, teeth bared as I slammed into the first rog
