Earlier That Day
(Tyron's POV)
The northern border is quiet. Too quiet.
I'm inspecting the defensive positions—something I do monthly to keep pack security sharp—when my wolf catches the scent.
Rogue. Close.
Too close.
"Greg," I snap at my Beta. "Left flank. Now."
He moves, but too slow. Always too slow.
The rogue explodes from the tree line before I can shift.
Massive. Feral. Eyes wild with bloodlust. Its claws are tipped with silver—this isn't some random attack. Someone sent this beast to kill me.
I shift mid-lunge, my black wolf meeting the rogue's charge. We collide with enough force to shake the ground.
The rogue is strong. Stronger than it should be. Whatever they fed it, whatever drugs they pumped into its system, it's working.
My wolf is larger, more powerful. But the
