The storm showed up just after midnight.
Thunder rolled over Silver Crest, and the wind ripped through the forests that climbed the mountains around the pack lands. Rain hammered nonstop against the Alpha mansion, rattling its old windows and making the stone walls groan under the pressure.
But honestly, the chaos outside didn’t come close to what Liana felt inside.
She couldn’t catch her breath.
Her thoughts wouldn’t settle—every word her mother just dumped on her kept echoing, sharp and loud.
Every Alpha will feel it.
The war will begin.
The prophecy wasn’t some shadowy thing to worry about later. It was here. Right now.
And worst of all—Kael knew.
That truth stung—worse than fear.
He knew.
From day one.
Before the mate ceremony.
Before the rejection.
Before all the madness
