Hazel POV
My phone buzzed on the kitchen table while I was washing dishes.
I dried my hands on a towel and picked it up. The message was from an unknown number. When I opened it, my blood ran cold.
“Tell your brother to watch his back. Next time we won’t stop at bruises. Stay away from Alpha Asher or your whole family pays. We know where you live.”
A photo was attached — Lucas’s bruised face from yesterday, taken from across the street. My hands started shaking so badly I nearly dropped the phone.
This wasn’t a random attack. This was Callie. It had to be.
I felt sick. Not just morning sickness sick — deep, bone-chilling fear. They knew where we lived. They were watching us.
I couldn’t breathe. Mom was in the living room folding clothes. Lucas was resting in his room, still sore fro
