Thorne’s POV
The forest is eerily quiet as my men, Grayson’s men, and Sanders’s men get into position.
The night air is thick and heavy with the promise of bloodshed.
My wolf is prowling in my mind, restless and ready to end this. Like me, he’s itching to get this over with so we can go back to our mate.
“Come out!” I order, knowing that they’re waiting for us. The scouts told us as much. On our way here, Sanders let me know that the Black Knight Pack was on the move.
It was now or never, and I won’t wait any longer.
Alpha Dean emerges from the shadows, like he was born from them, and at his back, wolves appear. Members of his pack and rogues fan out around him, snarling and digging into the dirt. They’re ready for a fight.
My men return the snarls, trying to keep the enemy di
