The attack came three nights later.
Fast.
Silent.
Wrong.
In Blackridge Territory — Midnight
The forest should have sounded alive.
Wind through branches.
Night insects.
Movement.
Instead,there was silence.
The unnatural kind.
The kind predators created before feeding.
Lyra’s eyes snapped open instantly.
Her wolf surged beneath her skin.
Warning.
Danger.
She was already moving before the howl tore through Blackridge.
A scream followed.
Then chaos exploded.
The Alpha house doors burst open as Lyra stormed outside barefoot, claws already extended.
The clearing was in complete disorder.
Wolves sprinted through the darkness.
Warriors shifting mid-run.
Torches flaring alive across the camp.
And at the edge of the tree line—
Something moved.
Not wolf.
Not human.
A shado
