Mara's POV
It’s a night I will never forget.
My parents and I are just about to retire to bed. The air is calm, the moonlight spilling through the windows. Then—chaos. Gunshots crack through the silence. Wolves howl. People scream. The entire pack is in turmoil.
My father jumps up and tells my mother and me to stay inside. “Lock the door. Don’t come out,” he says, voice tight with worry. I cling to my mother as he heads for the door.
But before he can even reach it, it bursts open with a deafening crash.
Alpha Razor’s men swarm in like shadows with claws. They grab my father and drag him to the floor. My mother and I scream. One of them snarls at us to get down on our knees.
I can still hear the sound—the sickening squelch as a knife is driven into my father's face. They gouge out h
