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MARTEN HOLLANDEvery wolf on the battlefield looked toward the sky.Including me.The crimson clouds churned violently above the mountain as though the heavens themselves had been stirred into rage. The surviving Woodland wolves stopped retreating. Tombstone warriors lowered their weapons. Even the wounded seemed frozen by whatever was unfolding before us.Then the dead Alpha moved.My eyes snapped toward the corpse that lay near the broken cliffside.For a moment I thought it was some final twitch. Some lingering movement after death. I was wrong.The body convulsed.Bones cracked.The mountain trembled.A horrible scream erupted from his throat. Not human or wolf, something else.Something ancient.Something cursed.The dead Alpha's chest split open.Dark energy poured from the wound like black smoke. The surviving Woodland wolves immediately dropped to their knees. Fear covered their faces. One of them shouted. "He used the forbidden rite!" Another began praying.Several attempted
MARTEN HOLLANDThe full moon had met us.Leah turned to me, and I turned to her. For a single heartbeat, the war disappeared. The screams, the blood, the dying, the mountain. Everything faded beneath the silver glow pouring from the heavens. Her eyes reflected the moonlight. My chest tightened, not from my curse, not from pain, not from Varkai.From her.The woman standing beside me, the woman kingdoms wanted. The woman these woodlands were willing to slaughter thousands for. The woman I had declared mine before every living soul on this battlefield. A growl erupted from the surviving Alpha standing before us. His bones cracked, his body expanded. His flesh twisted violently. The transformation was savage, brutal, uncontrolled. Fur exploded across his skin. Claws burst from his fingers. His jaw elongated into a wolf's muzzle. The second Alpha followed immediately. Both monsters towered over ordinary wolves. Their eyes glowed crimson beneath the moonlight.Around us the battlefield tran
LEAH DECKERThe creature's final warning echoed through my mind long after its body hit the frozen ground. The dark gods have already marked your soul.For a brief moment the battlefield seemed distant.The screams.The clash of steel.The howling wolves.Everything felt muffled beneath the pounding of my heart. Then reality rushed back all at once, a warrior charged toward me. I reacted instinctively. My sword met his, the impact jolted through my arm. Another attacked from my left, I ducked, turned and struck. The training grounds of Tombstone flashed through my mind.Every lesson.Every bruise.Every correction.Every hour Marten had spent teaching me.I was no longer the frightened Luna who had been cast into the wilderness. I was becoming something else, something stronger. My mind reminded me of that, around me the battle continued spreading across the mountainside. The five allied packs were finally realizing they had underestimated Tombstone. Their formation had shattered. The
LEAH DECKERMarten's roar shook the mountain.The sound tore through the freezing night like thunder unleashed by the gods themselves. Every wolf in Tombstone answered. Every warrior rose from the snow. Every hidden blade was drawn. Attack!The command echoed from hundreds of throats. The mountain exploded into chaos. I watched shadows rush downhill. Tombstone warriors emerged from every direction. The enemy camps erupted in confusion.Sleeping wolves stumbled from their tents. Patrols shouted warnings.Fires overturned. Steel clashed against steel. The quiet mountain vanished beneath the sounds of war.Ahead of us, one tent collapsed.Another burst open. Warriors flooded into the camp from every side. The enemy never had a chance to organize.Marten had been right. We had reached them first.Far ahead, I caught sight of him.He moved through the battlefield like a force of nature. His sword flashed beneath the crimson sky. Wolves scattered before him. Others charged only to be thrown
LEAH DECKERThe cold bit into my skin like a thousand tiny blades.Snow drifted from the dark sky above us, settling across armor, cloaks, blades and fur. Every breath I took became white mist before disappearing into the freezing night. Ahead of us, hidden among the mountain ridges and thick clusters of pine trees, rested the camps of the five woodland packs.War had finally come, and it was tonight.The realization settled heavily inside my chest.We had left Tombstone before midnight. The gates had opened and thousands of wolves poured into the darkness like a river of shadows moving toward a single destination.I had never seen anything like it.Not even in Oakwood, Oakwood had warriors. Tombstone were very fierce and vigilant for battle. The difference became obvious the moment we crossed beyond the kingdom walls.No one complained, none of them questioned or hesitated. Every wolf followed Marten, every single one.Their loyalty frightened me almost as much as it impressed me.The
MARTEN HOLLANDHer voice became ice. "They will find it."The response nearly shook the grounds. Roars.Cheers.Weapons striking shields.Boots stomping earth.I felt my own blood heat at the sight.Leah turned slightly.Her gaze found mine.For a moment it felt as though nobody else existed.Just us.The Alpha.The woman standing beside him.The two people fate had decided to throw together.Then she faced the crowd again. "I know many of you fight because your Alpha asked it of you."Several voices shouted my name.Leah smiled. "But today." She pointed toward them. "You fight because Tombstone deserves to stand."A roar erupted. "You fight because your homes deserve protection."Another roar."You fight because no one has the right to decide who lives and who dies."The loudest roar yet answered her.I watched the warriors, the servants, the elders. They were no longer listening. They were believing.That was the difference. Leah was no longer convincing them. She was inspiring the







