The full moon rose over the battlefield like a spotlight on every secret we'd been hiding.
My wolf surged under my skin, responding to the lunar pull. Beside me, Darius shifted his stance, and I felt his wolf mirror mine through the bond. Not separate anymore. One consciousness split between two bodies.
It should have been terrifying.
Instead, it felt right.
"Shadowpeak's regrouping," Caleb reported through comms. "They're not retreating fully. Gideon's rallying them for another push."
Of course he was. Pride didn't accept defeat easily, and we'd just humiliated his perfect assassination plan in front of multiple packs.
Darius's hand found the small of my back. Brief contact, but the bond flared with it. Power rippled through both of us, amplified by the moon's influence.
"They're going to hit us again," I said. "Harder this time."
"Let them come." His wolf pressed against mine through the bond. "We're done playing defense."
