The roar of motorcycles cuts through the smoke and screams like a call to salvation.
They come from three directions—Black Talon, Ashwood, Iron Fang—their bikes tearing through the forest, their wolves already shifting mid-ride. I see the flash of leather and chrome, the glint of weapons, the fury in their eyes.
United.
For us.
Cade's wolf hits the first corrupted shifter like a freight train, his jaws closing around the creature's spine with a sickening crack. River is right behind him, his massive form a blur of silver and rage as he tears through the faction's line.
The bikers follow—human and wolf alike—their coordinated assault turning the tide in seconds.
I clutch Sirus tighter, my body shaking with relief and exhaustion.
"Laney!" Cade's voice cuts through the chaos. He's shif
