_Dorian's POV_
The moment Aaron stepped through the shattered doorway, an eerie silence settled over the room. The air felt heavier. It was charged with something unnatural. My body tensed as I immediately looked past him, expecting the sounds of battle outside, the clash of warriors defending us. But there was nothing.
No fighting. No shouting.
Just the quiet rustling of the wind through the trees outside.
Where the hell were my men?
I clenched my fists, shifting slightly to stand in front of Lyla, shielding her with my body. My wolf, Shadow, stirred uneasily within me, his growl echoing through my mind.
Something isn’t right, Dorian. We should hear fighting, but we don’t. He didn’t come alone. Be ready.
I met Aaron’s cold blue gaze, watching as his lips curled into a smirk. He too
