The summons comes before dawn.
A low, guttural howl cuts through the air. Not a warning, not a threat, but a command.
The Alpha calls the pack to assemble.
The corridors are tense as wolves pour into the meeting hall. Even the walls seem to hum with unease. I can feel it. The low thrum of energy in the air, the kind that comes before a storm.
Kael walks beside me, his expression hard with his jaw tight. Ryn and Soren trail behind like silent shadows. Jace meets my gaze once, his eyes flicking toward the Alpha’s chamber door ahead. We all know this isn’t going to go well.
Alaric stands at the front of the room when we arrive, his presence commanding as always. Tall, broad-shouldered, his power radiating through the hall. But there’s tension in his stance, the faintest hint of unease be
