Olivia's POV
The sound of howls shattered the calm of the Pack House, followed by the sharp, piercing call of the perimeter alarm. My heart dropped as I rushed to the window, hearing chaos at the forest’s edge.
“Luna!” A warrior burst through the door, his face pale with urgency. “We’re under attack. Northern border.”
The words hit like a punch.
The Pack House was already alive with activity. Warriors scrambled to grab weapons while others armed themselves with vials of wolfsbane. I locked eyes with Mia, who was organizing the healers.
“Stay inside and be ready,” I ordered, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me.
Mia hesitated but nodded, and I turned to follow the warrior into the forest. The growls and snarls grew louder as we neared the perimeter, where Thorne Ridge
