They want my son.
They will die for it.
I reach for the pack bond and push my Alpha command through it, clear and precise:
“Maddox — take the western flank with forty enforcers. Use the ridge line for elevation. Force them into the choke point at Black Rock. No heroics. Wear them down.”
Maddox’s acknowledgment surges back instantly, solid and loyal.
“Ryker — eastern perimeter. You have the silver-net teams. Prioritize Architects. I want their tech specialists alive if possible. Burn the rest.”
Ryker’s response is sharp: “Understood, Alpha.”
I keep the central force with me — sixty of our strongest warriors. We hold the direct line to the lodge.
Sienna and Callum are inside. Rowena, Laura, and a squad of elite guards are with them. The inner chambers are reinforced, but if the outer
