"Shit!" She took a deep breath, steeling herself. “Gather in the safe rooms,” she called out. "Stay together and stay quiet.”
Lavender moved quickly, helping the vulnerable find safety. Her senses were sharp, every sound and movement standing out in the chaos. When she reached the edge of the packhouse grounds, she saw the battle unfold. The Bloodfang wolves were fierce, their massive bodies breaking through defenses with brutal strength. The air was filled with growls, the sound of claws and teeth clashing, and the sharp, metallic smell of blood.
Cedar was in the thick of it, his wolf form locked in a fierce battle with the Bloodfang Alpha. His strength was obvious, but Lavender could see the strain. For every enemy he brought down, it felt like two more took their place.
As the fight raged on, Lavender's eyes scanned the battlefield. She looked for Fern but couldn’t find her. A bitter anger rose inside her. Fern had planned this, and now she was nowhere to be found, leaving the pack to face the mess she’d created.