The first scream ripped through the night before the moon had even cleared the treeline.
Zack’s head snapped up from the Bloodmoon Pack’s war table. The sound wasn’t a cry of warning—it was the ragged, choking howl of someone whose body was being ripped apart. The glass windows in the Alpha’s war room rattled under the next impact, a low, seismic thud that didn’t belong to any wolf or Lycan Zack had ever faced.
“Sam—rooftop!” Zack barked.
The Beta was already moving, dragging Ashly with him, her eyes wild but focused. Lilly was at Zack’s side in an instant, her claws already unsheathed, her breathing steady but quick—her wolf pushing at the surface, demanding blood.
They didn’t make it to the door before the walls bowed inward. Something on the other side slammed against stone like it
