Juliette’s POV
The night air was heavy, electric, as if the forest itself was holding its breath. I had just finished patrol rounds near the Blackridge Wolves’ training grounds, the echo of skates scraping ice still fresh in my mind, the thrill of the NHL rink still pumping in my veins. But something felt wrong. The subtle hum of tension beneath the pack territory wasn’t just instinct—it was a warning.
I barely had time to process it before the first attack came.
A shadow flitted across the perimeter, fast, deliberate, moving too smoothly to be a pack member. My Omega senses flared like wildfire. I didn’t wait. I leapt forward, claws extended, fangs bared, fire igniting in my chest. The intruder was here—inside the territory—testing us, daring us to react.
Dorian and Bryan appeared sec
