The shadow above the Blood Moon grew larger, blocking out the crimson light totally. But before anyone could figure out what it was, gunshots rocked the town. Marcus's army had come. "We need to move!" Kane shouted, catching the children who were still hiding behind broken buildings.
Kael lifted Ronan's dead body, his face twisted with grief and rage. "I won't leave him here." "He's not really gone," Elara said softly, feeling her chest where the transformed mate bond still pulsed with Ronan's essence. "I can feel him. He's with us." But there was no time to mourn. Wolves poured into the town square from every direction. Silver armor gleamed in the strange darkness as Marcus's top guards surrounded them. "Where is she?" a familiar voice boomed.
