Ember Frost’s POV

“Arrrgh!”

A deafening roar tore through the air from beyond the wall of twisted, mutant plants. Seconds later, the thick, writhing greenery was shredded as a pack of werewolves pushed through the gap.

At their forefront was Orion. His arms and legs had already shifted into wolf form, giving him the raw strength of a predator while still keeping his human balance and precision.

“Orion! Over here!” I shouted, ducking under a snapping vine.

Without hesitation, he ...