Chapter 235. Counter Attack

Caleb’s POV

The wind tore at my face as I sprinted behind my father, Alpha Camden, the pounding of our boots barely audible over the distant, unmistakable sounds of chaos—snarls, howls, the sickening crunch of bone against earth. Every stride I took was in sync with the sharp, purposeful rhythm of the others at my side: Beta Raymond, stoic and ever-watchful even now, his fists clenched tight; Jade, his face pale but his eyes burning with that unyielding fire he always carried into battle; and Shane, whose calmness in these moments was almost unsettling, like the quiet eye of a hurricane before everything exploded.

None of us had shifted yet—we couldn’t. Not until we saw for ourselves. Not until we knew what the hell we were walking into.

“Caleb,” my father barked over his shoulder, his voice steady despite the frenzy ahead, “once we get eyes on the field, you stay close to Raymond. You do not engage until I give the signal. Understood?”

I nodded, breat