Chapter 33

• The moment I bolted after Marcus, the battlefield unfolded before me in a blur of chaos. Rogues poured in from all directions, their fangs bared, their eyes wild with bloodlust. The scent of iron filled the air, the ground slick with carnage. Warriors shifted into their wolf forms, launching themselves into the fray with practiced precision.
• I ran forward, scanning for a rogue to engage. My heart pounded, but not with fear—with expectation. My wolf. She would come now, surely. In the heat of battle, when I needed her the most.
• But there was nothing.