“I’ll arrange a meeting with your grandmother, Arwen.” Zion’s voice was soft but resolute. “In the next two days, I’ll clear my schedule. You’ll meet her, and I’ll be beside you.”
Arwen’s eyes instantly lit up. “Really? You’ll take me there?” she asked, almost in disbelief.
Zion gave a faint smile and nodded. “Yes. That’s my promise.”
But before Arwen’s smile could fully bloom, hurried footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor. Beta Tyler appeared, his face grim, his breath ragged.
“Alpha Zion!” he shouted. “Rogues! They’re attacking from two different points! Our defenses are thin, and some have already breached the Pack’s territory!”
Arwen gasped. “What? Rogues are attacking now?” Her hand instinctively gripped Zion’s arm, panic flashing in her eyes.
Zion clasped her hand tight
