The phone rang at dawn, shattering the fragile peace we'd managed to find. Duke was out of bed before the second ring, his body already tense with Alpha instinct.
"Silvermoon," he answered, his voice sharp and alert.
I sat up, watching his expression darken as he listened. His free hand clenched into a fist, and through our bond, I felt his rage building like a storm.
"How long?" A pause. "Keep eyes on them. We're coming now."
He ended the call and turned to me, his eyes blazing. "Coalition forces are at the eastern border. They're holding a wolf who was trying to reach sanctuary, won't let her through."
My blood ran cold. "They can't do that. The Council ruling-"
"They're doing it anyway." He was already pulling on clothes, moving with lethal efficiency. "She's pregnant, Willow. An
