The blood moon cast everything in red light as Elara stood in the middle of Blackwood territory.
Her silver power pulsed around her like a heartbeat, trying to fix the land that was dying beneath their feet. "It's not working," she gasped, sweat dripping on her forehead.
"Something's blocking me." Kael's hand found her shoulder. "The First Pack is poisoning everything they touch.
Your health can't keep up." Through their Quad Bond, she felt her friends' exhaustion. They'd been fighting for three hours straight, and the enemy kept coming. Wave after wave of strange creatures that shouldn't exist. "We need to retreat," Darian said, his truth-sight flickering weakly.
"Fall back to the inner sanctuary." "No." Elara's voice was steel. "If we give up this ground, they'll slaughter everyone who can't run fast enough." A roar shook the earth. Something huge was moving through the trees toward them. Something that made the other First Pack hunts look like puppies.
