The sound of the alarm cut through the night like a blade.
It echoed across the forest, through the trees, into the packhouse walls — loud and desperate. The kind of sound that made your heart skip and your wolf stir.
Jax’s head snapped toward the window. His golden eyes flashed once, sharp and fierce. “They’re here.”
My breath caught. “The Crescent Vale pack?”
He shook his head, scenting the air. “No. This isn’t them.”
The siren howled again, and this time I could hear the response — distant growls and howls from the warriors rushing out to the borders.
We didn’t waste time. We ran.
Down the stairs, through the halls, past the sleeping rooms that were already empty. Everyone was on alert — warriors pulling on shirts, grabbing weapons, shifting mid-step. The Luna’s voice echoed thro
