The horn echoed again.
Low. Ancient. Final.
It rolled through the mountains and into Lily’s bones, vibrating in places she didn’t know existed. Luna whimpered inside her, instincts screaming pack summons. There was no mistaking it, this wasn’t a request.
It was a command.
Derek released Lily slowly, his hands lingering for half a second longer than necessary before he stepped back. His face had gone hard, the mask of the alpha heir sliding into place.
“Go pack a bag,” he said.
Lily stared at him. “A bag? For what?”
“In case they decide not to let you come home.”
Her chest tightened. “You said they wouldn’t lock me away.”
“I said Kane wouldn’t,” Derek replied grimly. “The council is a different beast.”
Fear surged. “Then don’t take me.”
“They’ll come for you if I don’t,” he said.
