Lucien’s POV
The warning had reached me from out my eastern perimeter just as dawn was breaking—when, precisely, Godric's intelligence and Lena's visioning said it would.
"Forest stir, Alpha," gasped the scout. "Multiple hostiles approaching in formation. I come to at least twenty, perhaps more. And there is something … off about them. Some of them move naturally, while others have an almost mechanical affect.”
"Compulsion," I said grimly. "The True Alpha made them come this way."
I sounded the alarm at once—a set of magical bells that would call every defender to their stations, and awaken compass meeks who were not combat trained to retreat to safe places.
"Send the children and the old people to the underground shelters," I ordered. “Boil the doors, and don’t let anyone in until I
