Selene’s POV
The air inside the room grew instantly heavy, thick with the chemical stench of synthetic wolfsbane and the metallic tang of dark magic. The boundary spells my mother had spent months reinforcing were completely gone, dismantled in a single, violent stroke.
My stomach contracted sharply, not with a standard cramp, but with a sudden, violent surge of primal energy. The twins were thrashing inside me, their ancient bloodline recognizing the immediate danger. The golden hum had turned into a frantic, internal roar.
"They're on the lower ridge," my mother said, her voice dropping into a tight, lethal whisper. The gentle, tired expression she usually wore vanished, replaced by the hard, unforgiving mask of an ancient Alpha’s mate. "The boundary didn't just fail, Selene. Someone
