The alarms screamed through the compound like the howl of a dying wolf. Damon was already on his feet, pulling on his clothes with sharp, efficient movements. Serah scrambled up beside him, heart hammering against her ribs. The night they had shared still lingered on her skin—his scent, his touch, the golden warmth of the accepted bond—but there was no time to savor it.
“They’re here,” Damon growled, his eyes flashing silver as his wolf surged forward. He strapped a blade to his thigh and grabbed his rifle. “Ronan’s rogues. Stay inside the safe room like we planned.”
Serah shook her head, already yanking on her jeans and a dark jacket. “No. I’m not hiding while you fight for us. This is my pack too now. I’m fighting with you.”
“Serah—”
She cut him off with a fierce kiss, pouring every
