PERSEFONE POV
Blood.
So much blood flooded my nostrils that Eden surged faster beneath my skin, her paws devouring ground, her hunger sharpening with every breath.
The forest near the eastern border had already turned into chaos.
Bloodclaw wolves crashed through the trees half-shifted and bleeding, trying to hold a line that had already been ripped open. Frost exploded beneath claws. Bodies slammed into trunks hard enough to shake snow from the branches. Someone screamed. Someone else snarled a name I did not know. The pack bond shuddered with pain, rage, and the frantic pulse of wolves running toward danger because home had been breached and there was no such thing as standing still while that happened.
I felt them.
All of them.
Not one by one, not neatly, but all at once, like too
