The forest erupted into chaos.

Wolves lunged from both sides Silverwood’s packs, Ridge warriors, Forsaken, and Elders alike.

The ground shook as claws met flesh, as bodies collided with brutal force.

And at the center of it all

Lyla.

She didn’t hesitate.

Didn’t hold back.

Because this was it.

The war she had been fighting since the moment she set foot in Silverwood.

The Elders had ordered her death.

Kane wanted control.

And the packs Eli, Jorah, the others they had ...