Mag-log inDuncanThe room remained quiet after I spoke.Not because no one had anything to say, but because every wolf sitting around the table understood that the conversation had reached a turning point. We had spent years preparing for another attack from the vampires. Every patrol, every guardian rotation, every contingency plan had been built around one central belief—that eventually they would come for the red wolves again.They had.And despite everything they had prepared, despite the years they had spent studying us, they had still failed.That failure changed more than they realized. It changed us.Callan leaned forward, resting both forearms on the table as he studied the map spread between us. His injured leg remained stretched beneath the chair, though I noticed he had forgotten about it again. That usually happened when his mind was working through a problem."So we don't pursue them," Callan said. "I understand your reasoning, Duncan. We're injured, they're retreating into territ
DuncanBy late afternoon, the compound no longer looked like a battlefield from a distance.The worst of the blood had been washed from the central clearing. Broken fencing had been collected into organized piles, damaged doors had been removed from their hinges, and temporary posts now marked the sections of the boundary where the original stones had cracked beneath the force of the attack. Wolves moved steadily between the buildings with tools, food, medicine, and messages from the patrols. From the tree line, someone approaching for the first time might have believed the pack had already recovered.They would have been wrong. Damage was easier to hide when everyone remained busy. Grief was not.It appeared in the pauses between tasks, in the way a guardian stopped outside the old meeting hall before entering to help prepare Marcus and Daniel for burial. It lived in the lowered voices of wolves who had survived the southern line and in the empty place near the training grounds where
CoralDuncan found me again when the others beneath the oak had started to drift away. He stopped beside the tree and looked down at me. “Walk with me.”Raina glanced toward his shoulder. “Victor said—”“I am allowed to walk.” He repliedDuncan offered me his hand.I took it.We walked slowly toward the edge of the compound, following the line where the boundary moved through the trees. The damage grew worse as we approached the western markers. Broken branches covered the ground, and the scent of blood remained strongest where the fighting had been most concentrated.Several wolves worked nearby, but they gave us space as we passed.The boundary felt different. I sensed it before I deliberately reached for it.Its presence was quieter than it had been during the battle, no longer straining beneath the force of the anchor or surging through me in a desperate warning. It moved beneath the earth and through the trees with a steady awareness that felt almost peaceful.Duncan noticed the
CoralThe red wolves had gathered beneath the oak tree near the edge of the compound.Raina sat with her back against the trunk while Vivian leaned beside her beneath a blanket. Talia had stretched her legs across the grass and rested her head against Cammie’s shoulder, looking too tired to care that Cammie occasionally shifted and nearly knocked her off. Elizabeth and Stephanie sat close enough that their knees touched. Grace and Ariel had their hands clasped loosely between them, while Sophie watched the compound with the same quiet attentiveness she had carried through the connection during the battle.They looked exhausted.Raina’s gaze moved over me first as Duncan and I approached.“You look terrible.” She said, stating the obvious.“Thank you.”“You’re welcome.”Cammie gave a weak laugh. “At least she’s honest.”Duncan’s hand settled against my back. “She needs to sit.”“So do you,” Vivian replied.He looked toward her.Vivian lifted one shoulder beneath the blanket. “I can sti
CoralElijah remained near the edge of the clearing while everyone around us seemed to pause just long enough to understand what he had said.They would not return today.The words should have brought relief, but relief had become complicated. No one believed the vampires were gone forever, and after what had happened during the night, even a promise of a single day without another attack felt too fragile to trust completely.Duncan’s posture changed beside me. He did not move toward Elijah, but the part of him that had begun to yield to Victor’s insistence on treatment immediately sharpened again.“Why?” he asked. “Why are you so certain they will not return?”Elijah looked past us toward the compound, taking in the injured guardians being carried into the infirmary and the patrols moving through the damaged grounds. For a moment, his expression held something that looked almost like regret.“Because they have no one left capable of organizing another attack quickly enough,” he said.
CoralThe first light of morning filtered slowly through the trees while the compound was still trying to understand that the battle had ended.Dawn arrived quietly, almost apologetically, as though the sun itself hesitated to reveal what the darkness had hidden. Pale light slipped through the canopy in narrow ribbons, touching the highest branches before creeping down toward the scarred earth below. During the fighting, the clearing had been little more than movement and instinct, flashes of claws and teeth, the scent of blood, and the constant struggle to remain standing. Now every wound the battle had carved into the compound stood exposed beneath the growing light.Broken fence posts lay scattered across the training grounds. Great trenches had been gouged into the earth where wolves and vampires had collided with enough force to split the ground open. Several of the ancient trees near the western edge leaned at unnatural angles, their trunks cracked where bodies had slammed into
Coral“So, he really showed up?” Vivian asked, looking at me from across the table. Her red hair was naturally curly and she usually had it up in a ponytail. Today was no exception. I found it fascinating to have so many redheads in one place. Growing up, mo
I left the small cafe, heading over to my cabin. I didn’t bother looking back. I knew that Duncan was following behind me. ‘He isn’t happy.’ My wolf stated the obvious.‘And do you think I care if he isn’t happy? He left me sitting around, waiting for him for three hours. Then he shows up, acting
Coral ‘Where is he?’ My wolf growled in my head. It had been over two hours since Harley and Anders had left the compound. Although Anders didn’t tell me exactly when Duncan was going to arrive, I thought for certain he would be here by now. Both the packhouse for the Red Moon Pack and Crescent R
Duncan I was dragging my feet. I did not want to go meet with Coral. In the time she had been at the compound, I had been successful in avoiding her, although that did not mean that I was slacking in other responsibilities to my red wolf. I was providing protection. I was checking up on her often.







