Rowan
Something was wrong. I knew it before the call came. Before the reports started flooding in. Before my phone began vibrating relentlessly on the desk. Some instincts never disappeared. Years of leading a pack taught you to recognize patterns.
Taught you to feel danger before you could explain it. And for the last several days, every instinct I possessed had been screaming that something was coming. I just hadn't known what. The answer arrived at 4:17 in the morning.
A scout burst into the operations room without knocking. Breathless. Covered in mud. Terrified.
"Alpha." Every conversation immediately stopped. The room fell silent.
"What happened?" I stood.
"Eastern border checkpoint." The scout swallowed.
"Attack?" My stomach tightened. He nodded. Then shook his head. The
