For one long second after Warren crossed the border, the entire forest seemed to freeze, and every wolf on both sides of the line saw exactly what had happened while the tension in the air snapped so tight that even the wind moving through the branches sounded louder.
Warren stood three steps into enemy territory with his shoulders squared and his chin lifted, and the stupid bastard looked proud of himself while Christopher’s wolves watched the scene with sharp interest.
My stomach dropped hard because everyone standing there understood the same thing. The legal line had been crossed.
Declan moved first, and he lunged forward so fast that the motion barely registered before his hand slammed into the back of Warren’s jacket and dragged him backward with violent force.
“Get your ass back
