The map book slipped from my hand and landed with a dull thud on the table.
“We’re being attacked,” the guard had said, his voice shaky, his body marked with dust and blood. But it was the name he spoke next that jolted every bone in my body.
“They’re here for Darren.”
I stared at him. “What?”
The young wolf swallowed hard. “They’re rogue wolves, Alpha. Organized, angry, and deadly. They’ve surrounded the east wall, demanding Darren be released.”
“But Darren isn’t even…” I stopped mid-sentence.
Gracie.
She had been acting strange lately. Always locking herself in her chambers. Always protective over something, or someone. My fists clenched as realization dawned. She had him. She had Darren. And now, she’s brought this storm to our door.
I marched out of the war room, fury burning i
