The attack came before dawn.
Not with horns.
Not with warning.
But with screams.
Ivy bolted upright in bed, her heart slamming violently against her ribs. Her wolf surged forward, snarling, senses flaring.
Blood.
Fire.
Death.
The scents slammed into her consciousness like a physical blow.
She was on her feet before her mind caught up, yanking open the chamber doors.
The corridor beyond blazed with chaos.
Warriors sprinted past, weapons drawn. Servants fled in terror. Alarm bells rang in a wild, frantic rhythm that set her teeth on edge.
“Ivy!”
Rowan burst from his chamber across the hall, already half-shifted, golden eyes blazing.
“Eastern border,” he said sharply. “Shadow Pack breach.”
Her stomach dropped.
“They’re testing us,” she whispered.
Rowan grabbed his cloak and s
