Dalton's POV
I didn’t even get the chance to take a single step toward her.
One moment Emily was standing there, wide-eyed and confused, the next—fur, claws, and the thick scent of wolf musk swarmed her like a wave. My pack moved in unison, practiced, efficient, their snarls vibrating in my bones.
“Hey!” My voice cracked with rage, but I was already moving, already pushing forward to reach her.
They didn’t listen. Of course they didn’t. Their minds were locked on the Alpha’s orders—or maybe their own blind instincts. The word intruder ripped through the air from more than one mouth, each time like a whip c***k that burned deeper.
Emily’s voice cut through the chaos.
“Dalton! Dalton!”
The desperation in it… it clawed at my chest worse than any physical wound could. I shoved the firs
