SIERRA'S POV The truce dissolved in an instant, the muddy clearing erupting into a storm of snarls and steel. Alphas from both sides lunged forward, their forms rippling as they shifted into wolves, fur bristling under the relentless rain. I tightened my grip on the blade, the hilt slick in my palm, as the elemental power inside me churned like a storm about to break. Draven's violet eyes locked onto mine one last time before he wheeled his black stallion around, barking orders to his forces. The war had ignited fully now, no more parleys or fragile alliances, just the raw clash of fangs, claws, and wills.Isaak shifted beside me, his dark wolf body coiling with tension, muscles bunching under his wet fur. Rhaedon did the same, his russet form shaking off water droplets as he positioned himself at my flank. The bond between us pulsed, a thread of shared strength that felt both vital and precarious, especially with the child growing inside me. I could sense their protectiveness, a
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