(Kieran POV)
Lucas found me in the ruins of what had been the east garden, standing among shattered stone that had once formed fountains where pack children played during summer gatherings. The destruction here was methodical rather than random—every piece of decorative stonework reduced to rubble, every carefully cultivated bed torn up with deliberate precision.
This wasn't collateral damage from combat. This was message.
Statement about what happened to places that harbored humans in supernatural territory.
Warning about consequences of defying whatever authority had organized this assault.
Promise of what would happen if we continued protecting someone whose presence attracted attention that threatened established order.
"Casualty report," Lucas said without preamble, his voice ca
