127 (Camerin’s POV) The pack was quiet behind us as we moved out, the kind of silence that comes after too many battles in too few nights. Tyler had given his orders, sharp and final. Find the witch. End her. We ran light six of the best hunters left in the Lunar Lake pack, warriors who didn’t need speeches or second chances. Each of us carried silver-edged weapons, charms from Lena’s sisters braided into our gear to keep whatever dark magic this witch used off our skin. The border to Jaxson’s land was marked by blackened trees from the last skirmish, the air still carrying the faint metallic tang of old blood. We didn’t stop. Marcus had told us wolves were returning here, broken and scattered now that the creature was gone. Some were already wandering back into town. Others… stayed here. Too scared or too loyal to leave. The witch wasn’t stupid. She’d know we were coming. Which meant the trap was already set. The deeper we pushed, the quieter it got. No birds. No wind. Just the
126 (Tyler’s POV) The war room was heavy with smoke and sweat. Maps covered the table, marked with circles and Xs where wards had fallen, where the creature had burned through our defenses before we ended it. Camerin stood on my right, Beta Marcus on my left, both waiting for orders. Kate leaned against the far wall, one hand unconsciously pressed low over her stomach where that hit from battle still had me grinding my teeth every time I thought about it. I slammed my hands down on the table. Hard. “Enough,” I growled, the word carrying through every corner of the room. “We are done waiting for Jaxson’s witch to summon another one of those things. We move first.” Camerin’s eyes narrowed. He already knew what was coming. “Special forces,” I snapped. “Every scout, every hunter, every damn warrior who can track a shadow in the dark. Find that witch. End her. No more creatures, no more surprises.” Camerin nodded once, sharp. He didn’t ask how far to go. He knew I meant for them to fi
125 (Third party POV) The creature’s words had barely faded before the wards split apart like glass under a hammer. Flames erupted along the barrier lines, black and gold colliding in a shower of sparks as Lena and her sisters screamed their incantations to keep the circle from collapsing entirely. The air turned thick with power, metallic and sharp, and the scent of ozone burned in everyone’s throats. Dozens of Jaxson’s wolves, their eyes glowing the same sick crimson as the creature’s, slammed into the gap that tore open in the wards. Tyler’s warriors met them with steel and claws, the sounds of battle rolling through the clearing like a storm. Snarls. Screams. The crunch of bone. The creature itself hasn't entered yet. It circled the edge like a predator testing the cage, watching as chaos tore through the pack. Every time the witches patched one part of the wards, another piece splintered apart under a fresh strike. Kate ducked as a wolf lunged for her, only for Tyler to inte
124 (third party POV) The entire pack stood frozen for the first time since the fighting began. Smoke curled from the edges of the circle where the witches knelt, their chests rising and falling too quickly, eyes still glowing faintly as they held the wards together with sheer stubbornness. One of them, the youngest, was slumped half-conscious in Lena’s arms, her face bloodless, magic burned nearly out of her. The wolves had formed up again, shoulders heaving, claws dripping, eyes glowing gold in the dying light. Camerin limped back into the line, one hand pressed to his ribs, but he didn’t fall back. He refused to. Tyler stalked the edge of the circle like a caged storm, jaw tight, eyes darting from the wards to the dark tree line where the creature lingered. It hadn’t shown itself yet but everyone felt it. The air was wrong. The forest, silent. Even the wind held its breath. Kate moved toward Tyler but didn’t speak. Her hand found his arm, anchoring him as the pack held the lin
123 (third party POV) It came like a drumbeat. One deafening thud that rippled through the wards like a crack in glass. Every wolf on the perimeter froze mid-breath, ears twitching toward the trees. The witches inside the glowing circle flinched but didn’t falter their chant rising higher as Lena hissed, “Hold it. HOLD it!” Another thud. This one left a visible ripple across the barrier, the golden light shuddering under the blow. Tyler was already shifting mid-step, his voice a mental bark through the pack link: “Positions NOW!” Wolves poured toward the edges, forming ranks where the wards trembled. The air was thick with anticipation, tails lashing, paws digging furrows in the dirt. Then the third hit came and the wards screamed. The glow flickered, the whole barrier bowing inward like it would snap. The witches’ voices rose to a near-shriek as they poured power into the lines. Sparks jumped off the runes carved in the earth, burning the grass in smoking circles. “Not yet… not
122 (Tyler’s POV) Camerin didn’t knock. He stormed into my office, mud still on his boots, his jaw tight. That alone told me whatever he found wasn’t good. Kate was perched on the edge of my desk, arms folded, refusing to leave even though I’d asked her twice before the door opened. Camerin shut it behind him and stood stiff as a post. “We caught a wolf on the border. He was sent.” I straightened slowly. “Sent? By Jaxson?” Camerin nodded once. “He came with a message. Said Jaxson’s watching. Said he’ll come for what’s his.” Kate’s voice was sharp from beside me. “What does that even mean?” Camerin hesitated before speaking, eyes flicking to her, then to me. “The wolf said the land. The pack. The Luna. The baby.” His tone was flat, but there was a weight behind the words, a promise of violence coming our way. Kate went very still. I felt her tense through the bond before the anger followed, hot and fast. “He doesn’t get to threaten my child.” I turned back to Camerin. “Anythin