The evening had started peacefully enough.
Claire sat on the balcony of the Avila mansion, a warm blanket draped over her shoulders as she watched the sun dip below the treeline. Xander was in a pack meeting with his father and several warriors, discussing border security after a few minor rogue sightings in recent weeks. She had chosen to stay behind, enjoying the quiet moment with a book and a cup of tea Kiera had brought her.
The mate bond hummed steadily in her chest — a comforting golden thread that connected her to Xander even when they were apart. She could feel his focus, his calm leadership, and the faint undercurrent of vigilance that never fully left him.
Then, without warning, the bond flared with sharp, sudden alarm.
Claire sat up straight, heart pounding. A wave of protec
