Lyla’s breath was steady, but her heart pounded like a war drum.

She could feel the weight of the challenge, the silent judgment of the pack, and the way the forest itself seemed to hold its breath.

This was more than just a fight.

This was a choice.

A choice that could decide who she became.

Across from her, Mason shifted.

His body exploded into his wolf form, fur dark as a shadow, muscles rippling with power.

His golden eyes burned like fire, locked onto hers with an intensity ...