The wolves lunged at me in a frenzied attack, their teeth snapping, their claws slashing through the air. I fought back with everything I had, my wolf form twisting and turning as I tried to fend them off. But there were too many. They tore at my fur, their fangs sinking into my flesh. Pain exploded through me, each bite a fresh wave of agony.
My mind raced, the realization sinking in: I was going to die here. All the strength I once had, all the power I commanded as Luna, had been stripped away. When the Ironheart Pack merged with the South River Pack, I lost half of my power, weakened by the bond that had tethered me to Alpha Rennon, the man who was once my mate.
If only I had remained strong. If only I hadn't let love weaken me. But it was too late now. Regret filled my heart as I fought with the last of my strength, blood streaming from my wounds, staining the earth beneath me. I could feel my energy waning, the edges of my vision blurring as the wolves closed in for the kill.