The horn’s cry tore through the night like a wound that refused to close.
It echoed once, twice, three times—long and low—carrying the message every wolf understood instinctively.
Enemy breach.
The pack house erupted into motion.
Glosh stood at the top of the stone steps, frozen for only a heartbeat as warriors surged past her. Armor clinked. Weapons were drawn. Wolves shifted mid-run, bones cracking as fur burst through skin. The air filled with the sharp metallic scent of fear and adrenaline.
This was no drill.
This was no threat whispered in council chambers.
This was war stepping onto their land.
“Eastern border confirmed!” a scout shouted. “Multiple hostile packs—full advance!”
Kael was already moving, his voice cutting through the chaos with Alpha authority. “First line, for
