Caleb’s P.O.V

The wind tore at my face as I sprinted behind my father, Alpha Camden, the pounding of our boots barely audible over the distant, unmistakable sounds of chaos—snarls, howls, the sickening crunch of bone against earth. Every stride I took was in sync with the sharp, purposeful rhythm of the others at my side: Beta Raymond, stoic and ever-watchful even now, his fists clenched tight; Jade, his face pale but his eyes burning with that unyielding fire he always carried ...