Elowen POV
The alarm bell didn’t ring.
It shattered.
Three sharp strikes against the iron plate outside the strategy hall.
Emergency.
Not training.
Not drill.
Real.
I was already moving before my mind caught up with my body.
The mountain air burned my lungs as I ran toward the outer yard where wolves were gathering in uneven lines. Instructors barked for order. Trainees pulled on jackets half-fastened, some still shaking sleep from their eyes.
“What is it?” someone asked breathlessly.
“Border flare,” another answered. “Western ridge dispute. Two trainees injured.”
I didn’t slow.
Alden was already at the center of the yard, speaking to one of the coalition overseers. Saria stood beside him, expression sharp and focused.
Not fear.
Assessment.
He caught my eye briefly.
Just e
