The morning of the attack dawned silent and still, a pale, cold sun bleeding into a steel-grey sky. The quiet felt wrong. It felt like the world was holding its breath. I stood in the center of the camp, my chosen nine wolves around me. Rylan, Jax, Fenna, Bor, and the others. They were checking straps, testing bowstrings, their breath fogging in the freezing air. They looked at me, waiting for the order to move out. They saw their future Alpha, ready for his first command. I saw the trust I was about to break. My father emerged from his lodge, fully armored in engraved leather and fur. He looked like a mountain carved into a man. He strode over, his gaze sweeping over my small force. “A lean group,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “But you chose for speed, not strength. A clever tactic for bait.” He put a heavy hand on my shoulder. “You hold the line, Kaelen. You make them believe the fight is on the bridge. Lure them in. Do not break. Do not pursue. Hold.” His eyes bore into mi
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