The first thing I heard wasn't wolves.Not the slap of guns being cocked. Not even my father's winter-cold voice.It was engines—low, distant thunder that grew, hungry and relentless, until the ground vibrated beneath my boots. My heart beat in time with that rumbling threat. River stilled beside me. Cade’s head tilted, a small, dangerous smile curling on his lips. Not hope. Not reassurance. The grin of a man who knows backup is on the way—and will leave a mark."Finally," Cade murmured, sharp-edged.My father’s face cracked: fear, pride, then stubborn arrogance.“What is that?” a council member snapped, their authority already fading.River stepped forward, slow and deliberate—a wall between me and all their threats. “You brought guns,” he said. He flashed teeth. “We brought a fucking army.”The engines got louder. Wolves shifted, uneasy. Even Alpha Korr’s smirk faltered.The first bike broke through the trees: black and chrome, club patches glinting. Then another, and another, unti
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