Ariana’s POV
The alarm tore through the pack like a wound being ripped open.
It wasn’t the sharp bell that signaled class changes or the controlled call that marked the beginning of training drills. This sound was deeper, heavier, vibrating through stone and bone alike. It rolled across Silvercrest in a way that left no room for doubt or delay, forcing every wolf who heard it to stop whatever they were doing and listen.
I froze mid-step outside the school building, my bag slipping down my shoulder as the sound echoed again. Around me, conversations died instantly. Laughter vanished. Even the wind seemed to pause, as if the world itself was holding its breath.
A breach.
Warriors were already moving, their reactions swift and instinctive, boots pounding against the ground as they took u
