The morning after the attack came too quickly.
I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those red eyes staring back at me from the trees. I heard Oakley growling in my head, restless, alert. She hadn’t calmed down since last night.
When I walked downstairs, the packhouse was already buzzing. Warriors were checking their gear, repairing weapons, and talking quietly among themselves. Everyone was on edge, waiting for something to happen.
Jax was already in the training yard when I found him. His shirt was off, sweat dripping down his back as he moved through fighting drills with Zack. His movements were sharp and angry. I could tell he hadn’t slept either.
Zack noticed me first and nodded toward Jax. “He’s been out here since dawn. Won’t listen to anyone.”
I sighed. “Yeah, sou
