(Third Person POV)
Meanwhile, far away from the Bloodshade pack, Theo with Elder Dominic, a group of Bloodshade warriors, and several witches stepped out of a portal, stepping straight into chaos the moment their feet touched the ground of the Moonlight pack.
The air was thick with the stench of blood, fear, and fire razing the place, and the sounds of whimpers, growls, and desperate cries filled every corner of the territory.
The Moonlight pack was already under attack. Rogues tore through the land with merciless ferocity, bodies littering the ground, some unmoving, others still moving weakly.
Theo's jaw clenched as rage surged through him, his chest tightening painfully at the sight of so many fallen werewolves. They were late, far too late, and the realization sat heavy in his gut.
