Chapter 41 The Convergence Of Wolves

• The vast plains, usually a testament to silent wilderness, now thrummed with the life force of thousands of converging wolves.
• From every direction, packs poured in – the disciplined ranks of the Ironhide, their fur often scarred from skirmishes; the swift, silent figures of the Nightshade, moving like shadows; the stoic, ancient-looking warriors of the Moonclaw Clan; the recovering, yet fiercely loyal, Stonepeak Clan.
• And finally, the Crimson Moon Pack, a mix of Lucian's steadfast loyalists and Marcus Thorne's increasingly bewildered traditionalists.