Chapter 22 — The First Strike
Christa’s P.O.V.
We planned and waited all together trying to figure out what our roles would be who would go in first or how we could draw him out when the raven came
My father.
The raven came at noon, black wings beating against the window until the staff shrieked. Ricardo unfastened the scroll from its leg, his expression hardening as he read.
My daughters. Come to the stones beyond pack grounds at dusk. Alone. Refuse me, and I will take what is mine by force. —F.
The words turned the air sharp in my lungs. My wolf rose instantly, pacing. He dared to summon me. Me — the Alpha by right.
Before I could speak, Carlos tore the parchment from Ricardo’s hands, reading it aloud, his voice low and dangerous. His wolf pressed outward, filling the room with do
