_Lyla's POV_
Dorian’s eyes never left the darkened treeline as the tension in the air thickened like fog. “Kale,” he said sharply, his voice low but commanding, “stay here and protect Lyla. No one gets near her.” Kale nodded, stepping closer to me like a silent shield. Dorian turned to Marcus next. “You’re with me. Let’s find out what the hell this is.” Without another word, they moved swiftly into the shadows.
Kale’s hand gripped mine tightly as we retreated through the chaos. “Luna, please,” he said, his voice low but urgent, “we need to get you back to the pack house. You’re pregnant, this isn’t safe.”
I jerked to a stop. My heart was racing as I twisted to look back. The sounds of war were inching closer. I could hear the sharp clang of swords and the thunder of boots pounding the e
