The peace at the cabin doesn’t last.
It shatters.
Jack stiffens mid-step, his entire body going rigid like he’s just been struck by something invisible.
Samantha notices instantly. “Jack?”
His eyes glaze slightly—not unfocused, but distant.
Mindlink.
Strong. Urgent.
Dean.
“Samantha,” Jack says under his breath, his tone already shifting into Alpha mode. “Dean just reached out.”
Her stomach drops. “What happened?”
Jack’s jaw tightens as he listens, every second making his expression darker.
“They found survivors,” he says. “A small pack… or what’s left of it.”
Samantha’s breath catches. “Benjamin?”
Jack nods once. “Wiped out. Almost completely.”
The air between them turns cold.
“And that’s not all,” he continues, his voice harder now. “The attack wasn’t random. It was calcula
