A chorus of howls caught her attention. With heavy regret, Ashleigh pulled away from Caleb’s embrace to look back on the battlefield. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the source of the howls.
Where before there had been a small army of feral and hybrid wolves ready to take their turn at murdering her and her fellow defenders, there was now a row of ten large wolves, all brown hues. They lined up defensively between the enemy and Ashleigh and her soldiers.
“Who…?” she whispered.
Caleb pulled her tighter, nuzzling his nose against her hair.
“Broken Crag,” he whispered with a soft kiss pressed to her temple.
Ashleigh pulled away from him and looked up with a questioning glance.
Caleb smiled and pulled her back into his arms.
“We have a lot to catch up on,” he laughed, kissing her cheek and leaning in for another more intimate kiss.
“My Alpha!” the more seasoned soldier that had joined Ashleigh called.
