Natalie POV
The heavy oak door groaned under a violent impact from the outside. The sound of metal claws tearing through the lacquered wood sent a cold jolt straight down my spine.
"They're coming through," Catherine whispered, her face tense as she held the silver dagger ready, her stance shifting into a defensive crouch. Despite her age, the regal alpha blood in her veins made her aura flare like a dying star—bright, fierce, but strained.
“The baby, Natalie. Protect the nest,” Selene howled inside my mind, her instincts flaring into high gear. My fingers curled tightly, and for the first time in months, I felt my claws slide out effortlessly, sharp and gleaming with a faint, iridescent sheen.
The door splintered. A massive, gray-furred rogue wolf burst through the wreckage, its jaws
