KELLY THOMPSON'S POV

The whispers of the forest hushed as news slithered through the underbrush: Alpha Biansky had unleashed his Gamma. Thorne, a name that conjured images of bloodstained fangs and fallen warriors, marched toward us with his troops, their steps an ominous drumbeat against the earth. Our pack braced for the storm to come-fur raised, eyes like coals smoldering in the twilight.

"Kelly," Jason murmured, his voice a low growl only I could hear. "I will challenge him. We can avoid ...