KILLIAN.
The pack bond exploded inside my head without warning.
A wave of raw panic crashed through me as every warrior, every border patrol, and every mind connected to me screamed the same urgent message: breach after breach. I was already sprinting down the corridor before the radio even crackled to life.
Darian fell in beside me like a shadow. “Attacks on the eastern and southern borders simultaneously. These are not rogues. They are trained fighters moving in tight formation.”
“How many?” I demanded.
“At least forty. Possibly more.”
I did not slow down. “Where is Claude?”
“In the command center. The children are secure in the west wing with Marta.” Darian gripped my arm for a brief second. “Killian, this is not a standard border raid. They are pushing straight through our defen
