Two hundred military careers were about to be hanging by a thread in the next thirty seconds because the Crown Princess's wolf was about to engage in the most absurd fucking display of combat anyone had ever witnessed.
Nothing could have prepared them for this shit.
It started when Thor's wolf sat down. Raised a paw. And smacked Aurelia across the face with it.
Hard enough to make her stumble. Her front legs shuffled sideways, her balance catching up to the impact a half-second late, her golden eyes going wide with the specific shock of a wolf who had invented a game and just discovered the game hit back.
Two goddamn Alpha Kings, the most powerful wolves on the continent, were standing on a sideline vibrating with suppressed fury because a soldier's wolf had slapped their mate across the face during a drill they couldn't interrupt. Both men were fighting their wolves who were clawing at the surface with everything they had.
