Dane POV

All his instincts screaming, and with his wolf demanding he run to his mate, Dane wanted to bolt through the brush, toward the open plain and the flowing river that lay between the strike force’s hiding place and the border.

A red haze filled his head. Red like the blood he wanted to shed.

But he had to stay calm. The Evenhiders and the Silverpaws were running ahead, racing to the settlement. They had orders to engage the enemy when they ...