Brax POV
The meeting room was tense with the weight of too many battles still to come.
Antonio stood, arms crossed, speaking gruffly. "Whoever trained these rogues knew exactly where to strike."
"They were coordinated," Christian added. "Almost military."
Brax barely heard them. His wolf was pacing under his skin, restless. He couldn’t shake the feeling of something approaching, something wrong. He rubbed the back of his neck, the hairs standing on end.
Alpha Braxton. Movement at the eastern border. A lot of it. Brax stiffened.
Before he could respond, the sharp, eerie wail of the sirens echoed through the compound. Every Alpha in the room shot to their feet.
"They're here," Mason growled.
"About damn time we saw some action," Reyes added, cracking his knuckles.
Christian glanced
