Ravensong (Green Creek 2)

We stood in front of the house at the end of the lane, snow still drifting down around us. Nine members of the Bennett pack. A timber wolf. Pappas.

And all those Omegas.

The full moon was here.

“Cry ‘havoc,’” I whispered as the wolves sang their songs around me, “and let slip the dogs of war.”

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WHEN I was a child, a woman named Elijah had held my hand in the diner as she prayed.

And then, even as she slipped a needle into my skin, much like my father had done before her, she rained fire down upon us.

Hunters came to Green Creek and took away almost everyone I loved.

We weren’t ready.

We paid the price for that.

All that remained was a smoking crater strewn with death.

She survived, somehow.

And she had come again.

She meant to finish what she’d started.

She had taken two of my pack away from me.

She thought she had the upper hand, that she had us beat.

But after all she’d brought upon us, after all she was capable of, she still didn’t understand there was one thing that should never be done.

Back a beast into a corner.

Because that’s when it has nothing left to lose, and it will do everything it can to survive.

“I TRUST you,” Ox told me.

“I know.”

“They have Tanner. And Chris.”

“I know.”

“And they’re still alive. Still fighting.”

“I know.”

Ox nodded. “Which is why you will go to them. We will come in from the front. Distract the Hunters. Distract Elijah. Pick them off one by one while we can before going full-bore. And that’s when you will come in from the rear. With any luck, they won’t even know you’re there until it’s too late.”

“Divide and conquer.”

His smile was all teeth. “It’s how wolves hunt in the wild. They separate the flock.”

“And you’re sure they’re in the garage? Chris and Tanner.”

“Have I ever told you what it was like? When I opened my eyes as a wolf for the first time?”