Third Person’s POV
The night was unnaturally quiet. Too quiet for a pack still at war.
Explosive devices were hidden under the hospital floors, inside drainage tunnels, beneath supply wagons, and near the healing wards. They were simple in design but very dangerous. They were not meant to capture land, only to damage the pack and crush their morale.
Dylan didn’t want victory. He wanted ruin.
Austin’s POV
The first explosion tore through the eastern wing. The ground tilted violently beneath my feet, throwing me against the war room table as alarms screamed. Shouts echoed through the corridors, everyone is in panic, confusion, pain.
“HOSPITAL!” a guard yelled. “The hospital’s been hit!”
My blood went cold.
Madison.
I didn’t think. I ran.
The bond surged with terror so sharp it stol
