CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY-TWO AMBUSHED

LUCA'S POV The moment the ambush hit, it felt like the world exploded into chaos. One second, we were standing in the eerie quiet of Xander’s empty pack grounds, the next, wolves were crashing into us from all sides, teeth bared and claws out, their snarls filling the air. “Get ready!” I barely had time to yell before the first wave hit us. Xander’s wolves came out of the darkness, their eyes glowing with feral intensity. I shifted instantly, the familiar stretch of bones and muscle transforming me into my wolf form. My senses heightened—the scent of blood, the sound of snarls and growls, the taste of adrenaline on my tongue. Enzo was already in his wolf form, fending off two of Xander’s rogues with brutal efficiency. He snarled and lunged, his teeth snapping as he tore into one of them. But for every wolf we took down, it felt like two more appeared out of the shadows. The ambush had been perfectly timed, and now we were surrounded, outnumbered. I leaped into the fray, slamming