The stranger arrived at midnight.
Cloaked. Hooded. Alone under a white flag.
"I need to see Riley," the figure said. "Please. It's urgent."
The guards brought him to the war room.
When he lowered his hood, Riley's breath caught.
"Wyatt."
Her brother. Older. Tired. His eyes haunted.
"Riley." His voice cracked. "Thank god you're alive."
Grayson moved between them instantly. "You have thirty seconds before I throw you out."
"Wait." Riley touched Grayson's arm. "Let him speak."
Wyatt's eyes found hers. "I came to warn you. Father's planning a m******e. Not just the rogues. Everyone. He's going to burn this place to the ground."
"We already know—"
"No. You don't understand." Wyatt stepped forward. "He's not coming with just his army. He's made deals. With other packs. With hunters.
