Stephanie's Perspective:"Linda, I've just informed Brock about our predicament; I need to speak with your sister who's with you at the pack. Could you connect her to this conversation? She's not part wolf, so I'm uncertain what a mind-link with her entails.""Steph, certainly. She's here beside me, battling at my side. She can touch my temple to tune into our exchange. I'm currently away from the fight—we're down to one last witch. She's not particularly powerful. I'll keep her at bay while my sister joins our dialogue."“Thank you, Linda,” I called out, a grateful lilt in my voice.The response came back sharp and irritated, slicing through the air. “I’m not Linda! What the hell do you want?”I drew in a deep breath, letting a bit of sarcasm creep into my tone. “Well, for starters, a little courtesy wouldn't hurt. Look, if you're not interested in joining forces to break through this deadlock, fine. But just so you're aware, Brock and our men are about to hit a wall. There’s a witch

Stephanie’s Perspective:Even the night seemed to pause, holding its breath as we emerged into the open. The moon, full and mocking, cast a silvery glow over the chaos that rippled through those two blocks. Shadows danced wildly as the clash of flesh and bone echoed through the air—a symphony of survival as my pack fought bravely against the invaders.The weight of Bethany in Brock's arms was a constant reminder of the fragility of life and the fierce drive within us to protect it. He glanced at me, a silent question in his gaze. Our eyes locked, and I nodded, understanding the unspoken plan—swift, silent, and cautious. Our feet barely touched the ground as we moved swiftly, dodging the debris that littered the battlefield.Claws raked the earth, teeth snapped, and the scent of spilled blood made my wolf bare her teeth in response, she was trying to push herself through my human form to fight. Brock's careful footsteps faltered as a rogue spotted us, his eyes a gleaming reflection of

Brock's Perspective:Stephanie was reluctant to leave me alone to contend with the rogue, well aware of the risk involved. Yet, the urgency to deliver her friend into the capable hands of our pack's healer superseded everything else. As for the rogue—I could handle him singlehandedly if need be.Suddenly, the super rogue's allies appeared to partake in our deadly dance, and I found myself locked in combat with three overly eager adversaries.Clutching at victory by a thread, I managed to hold my ground. Blows were exchanged, yet no matter how many limbs I severed, they sprouted anew as if I were battling undead rogues.A deafening bang in the distance threw me off my game; the direction from which it echoed was precisely where my gamma had been stranded. That fleeting moment of distraction afforded one of the rogues the perfect opportunity to land a vicious strike in my stomach area.I refused to be taken down without dragging a few rogues along. At that moment, I yearned for a blowto

From Stephanie's Perspective:Brock's demeanor had shifted, no longer recognizable. My mind buzzed with inquiries for him, but even bathed in an infuriatingly euphoric haze, I found myself longing for his gruff company. Grumpiness was far easier to navigate than this facade of blissful ignorance amidst chaos. I braced myself to unleash my inner Alpha.I knew better than to protest as Brock threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes; his mind wasn’t his own at that moment.Bolting out the hospital’s back door, each leap over a log sent jolts through me, as though racing over a speed bump at high velocity. With only his ironclad grip keeping me aloft, I could almost feel the impending thud of my body hitting the ground.Brock set me on my feet, his voice extraordinarily cheerful as he declared, "Come on, follow me."This part of the pack territory was unfamiliar to me. Before us stood an ancient three-story edifice, its facade bearing the improbable sign "Maintenance Closet." A

Stephanies Perception: I reached out to Linda with a psychic tether, informing her that the immediate conflict had ceased, but Morgana remained at large."Stephi," Linda responded, "I must visit the pack hospital to attend to my mate." I nodded via the mind-link, signaling my approval. "Excellent, and afterward, we'll convene to refine our combat tactics. It's essential for you and your mate to be versed in defensive arts, to stand against virtually any adversary. Should you reunite with his lost pack, as Alpha and Luna, your duty is to safeguard them. A formidable confrontation with Morgana looms on the horizon; we must be ready."Breathing deeply, I sensed the feint scents of pine and wet earth mingling with the sharp tang of spilled blood. It was a stark reminder that even in the seemingly peaceful warmth of our pack lands, danger was never far. Morgana, a rogue witch with a vendetta against our kind, had struck at the heart of our pack and yet eluded capture. My fingers twitched,