“They’re here. The rival pack is attacking.”
The scout’s breathless announcement sliced through the night like a blade. My heart raced as Draven shot to his feet, every inch the ruthless Alpha I had come to admire.
“Gather the warriors,” Draven ordered, his voice ice-cold and resolute.
I gripped his arm. “I’m fighting too.”
He turned, his eyes blazing with a mixture of fury and concern. “Absolutely not. You’ll stay in the packhouse where it’s safe.”
“I’m your mate,” I said firmly, holding his gaze. “If this pack is my home now, I’ll fight to protect it. I won’t hide while others bleed for me.”
Draven's jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he’d refuse. But then his expression softened just enough to reveal a flicker of understanding.
“Stay by my side,” he growled.
