KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

The cold wind lashed against us, a harbinger of the storm to come as we gathered at the edge of the battlefield. Alpha Markus stood to my right, his jaw set like stone, while Alpha Biansky's presence loomed like a shadow of vengeance on my left. My husband, Jason, radiated a calm strength that belied the tempest in his heart. Our son Eden clutched the scepter of convergence, its soft glow a stark contrast to the gathering darkness. Gamma Thorne's eyes were steel, reflecting ...