Caden guides me into the kitchen, his arm firm around my waist like he’s holding me together. The room is buzzing with quiet panic—omegas scurry across the space, boarding up shattered windows with sheets of wood. The sharp scent of sawdust mixes with fear in the air. The ranked wolves from my wild pack—Aspen, Sandy, and Lou—follow us in silently, their eyes scanning, protective, ever alert.
Aspen stays glued to my side, his energy low and steady, trying to tether me to the earth.
Evelin rushes to place coffee mugs in front of us like her hands can fix something. I wrap mine in shaking fingers, grateful for the heat.
Caden takes the lead, voice low and commanding as he stares out at the table of gathered alphas, betas, warriors, and friends.
“Okay. What the f**k do we do now?”
“Go to
