Shadows of the Night
Eric
The rogue wolves came like a storm unleashed from hell, tearing through the forest with a ferocity that rattled even the oldest trees. Their howls split the air, and the ground trembled beneath the pounding of paws.
I stood at the front of my warriors, my body tensed and ready, every instinct screaming to protect what mattered most—my family, my pack, my blood.
Beside me, Ella stood tall, her silver-blonde hair glinting like moonlight. She was fierce, her eyes blazing with determination. As Luna, she was not only my equal but the heart of our pack. Her presence brought strength to the warriors, and her courage reminded them of what we were fighting for.
Our twins—Alex and Aria—were everything. No harm would come to them, not while we still stood.
"They're coming from the west," Daniel reported, sprinting to my side. His face was streaked with dirt, but his eyes were sharp with purpose. "At least twenty-five. Armed."