Logan's POV

The ceremonial grounds stretch before us like a battlefield waiting to happen. Thousands of warriors from both Crimson Eclipse and Ember Crest fill the treeline behind me, their presence a thundercloud ready to break. The sheer weight of our numbers darkens the forest edge—row after row of trained killers who've marched through the night to reach this place.

I step forward, my boots echoing against the ancient stone as every Silver Ridge wolf turns toward the sound. ...