The first attack comes without warning.
A mindlink—sharp, panicked—cuts through Jack’s thoughts in the middle of the night.
Alpha—north ridge—under attack!
Jack is already moving before the message finishes.
“Samantha,” he calls, pulling on clothes in seconds.
She’s up just as fast. “Where?”
“Nearby pack. Northern border.”
Her stomach drops.
It’s started again.
By the time they reach the edge of their territory, the air already smells wrong.
Blood.
Smoke.
And something colder beneath it.
They don’t even need to ask what happened.
They can hear it.
Clashes echo through the trees—growls, screams, the sickening sound of bodies hitting the ground.
Jack shifts mid-run, his wolf bursting forward with lethal intent.
Samantha follows.
The scene is chaos.
A smaller allied pack—ca
