Chapter 160
ARIA
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Finisher
Damon’s hand was inches from where I was hiding. I could see his fingers extending toward the gap beneath the vehicle, reaching for me with that same possessive certainty he’d always had. As if I was an object he’d misplaced and was simply reclaiming.
I was going to do it. Going to give myself up. The decision crystallized in that suspended moment-if I surrendered, Damon would take me and leave. Kael and Nina would survive. The fighting would stop. No more pack members would die because of me, because of the chaos that seemed to follow me everywhere I
went.
It was the logical choice. The selfless choice. The choice that would save everyone except myself.
My muscles tensed, preparing to crawl out from my hiding place. Preparing to sacrifice myself to end this nightmare.
But before I could move, before Damon’s fingers could close around my arm, the forest erupted with
sound.
Howls. Multiple howls, coming from every direction, echoing through the trees with such force that the air itself seemed to vibrate. Not the scattered howls of rogues or individual wolves, but coordinated pack calls. A hunting song that spoke of numbers and organization and lethal intent.
Then they emerged from the tree line.
Wolves. Easily twenty of them, maybe more. Moving impossibly fast-faster than I’d ever seen wolves move, faster than should have been physically possible. They were blurs of fur and muscle and teeth, covering ground with supernatural speed that made them look almost like they were teleporting between positions.
They hit Damon’s forces like a tidal wave.
The rogues who’d been steadily overwhelming us suddenly found themselves on the defensive. The wolves moved with devastating efficiency, working in coordinated groups, taking down targets with brutal precision. I saw one rogue fall before he could even raise his weapon, his throat torn out by a wolf that had closed the distance in the blink of an eye. Saw another try to shift but get dragged down by three wolves working in perfect synchronization.
It was carnage. Beautiful, terrible, methodical carnage.
Damon stumbled backward from the vehicle, his attention torn from me to the new threat. His expression shifted from obsessive determination to shock to calculation as he assessed the changed battlefield.
“Fall back!” he shouted to his remaining forces. “Retreat! Now!”
But falling back wasn’t easy when you were surrounded by wolves that moved faster than you could track. I saw several rogues try to run, only to be cut off and brought down before they’d made it three steps. The wolves were everywhere, moving with such speed that it seemed like there were twice as many as there actually were.
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Kael, still in his wolf form, had pulled back to defensive position near the vehicle- near me. I could see him watching the newcomers, trying to identify them, trying to determine if these were allies or just different
enemies.
Then one of the wolves shifted. The transformation was fluid, practiced, revealing a familiar figure.
Jordan. Kael’s assistant. The one who’d called with news of Damon’s escape. He stood there in human form. breathing heavily but grinning fiercely, covered in blood that probably wasn’t his own.
“Sorry we’re late, Alpha,” he called out. “Traffic was hell.”
The joke was so absurdly normal in the midst of this chaos that I almost laughed. Almost. If I hadn’t been paralyzed with shock and relief and residual terror.
Kael shifted back to human form, his body language still tense despite the arrival of reinforcements. “Report. How did you get here so fast?”
“Split the force,” Jordan explained, even as the battle continued around us. “One team went back for the security detail you had to leave behind. This team came straight for you. And we had help from an unexpected source.”
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