Chapter 152
The battle had turned beautifully chaotic. Fire roared through Silver Hollow’s main district, the smoke curling like black banners above rooftops. Screams, metal, and snapping jaws blended into a single, glorious symphony of ruin.
From the ridge, I watched the lines bend and break, the defenders scattered like ants trying to drag their queen to safety. It was going exactly as planned–until one of my men came tearing through the smoke, panting, eyes wild.
“Commander!” he shouted over the noise. “You’ll want to see this. There’s… there’s a wolf-
no, the wolf!”
I frowned. “Speak sense.”
“She shifted right before my eyes,” he said, breath ragged. “Close to the east quarter–near the riverside homes. I saw her. The Luna… Alpha Jason’s Luna, I swear it.”
A dozen possible explanations spun through my mind, but the man’s certainty rooted me in place. “You’re sure? Shouldn’t she be at the summit too?”
“I’m positive,” he gasped. “She was human at first, so I got a good look at her–dark hair, light eyes. She helped some civilians out of a burning house. Then, when one of our men came for her, she shifted. I saw it myself. And she wore an amulet around her neck, carved with something like crescent markings. It’s… it’s the mark of wolf royalty, I’m sure. I’ve seen it in the sketches. It must be her.”
My attention sharpened. “Where?”
He pointed, and I turned toward the smoke rising from the far end of town. Even from here, I could sense the raw power pulsing from that direction. A wolf that fought like that wasn’t a mere soldier. Her energy rippled through the air, pulling attention whether one wanted it or
not.
A Luna, maybe. Or something rarer.
I descended from the ridge, boots pounding the dirt. The moment I broke through the wall of fire and smoke, I saw her.
The wolf stood in the middle of the chaos, her fur streaked with dirt, her body slick with blood -some hers, mostly not. Every movement was calculated. Every kill was clean. The wolves she faced were supposed to be among my best, but she tore through them like parchment.
She moved with the precision of an Alpha’s equal.
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