Chapter 48

Valerica’s POV

Darius’s roar echoed faintly behind us, even from three miles away. I didn’t need to see him to know his face twisted with fury—he’d always resented Alpha Gideon. I’d heard rumors his team had suffered a seventy percent casualty rate. No healing potions, no support. They were chewing on ice grass roots to keep bleeding in check.

Without the Occidental Tribes' aid, Chillsnap and Grim