ALPHA GOD
They needed to protect their child.
"You’re making a mistake, Mordaen," Rayka said, her voice steady even as her mind raced for a way out. "You’ll never win this war."
Mordaen tilted his head, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "War, Rayka? No. This isn’t a war. This is a reckoning."
Without warning, Mordaen snapped his fingers, and the circle of wolves lunged forward.
Rayka’s instincts kicked in, and she and Sylvester fought back with everything they had, but the sheer number of enemies overwhelmed them. Claws slashed at her, teeth grazed her skin, and for every enemy they took down, two more seemed to take their place.