Dane's Pov
We’d been sitting there maybe three hours when the pack bond just… detonated. Pure panic slammed into me like a freight train.
I was up in half a second, hand flat against my chest. Fear. Chaos. *Attack.*
George was right there with me, his own palm pressed over his heart. “What the hell is it? What’s going on?”
Didn’t need to say it. Every wolf in the clearing felt the same thing ripping through the bonds. Something bad was happening back at the pack house. Real bad.
Henry came sprinting down from the rocks, face ghost-white. “Alpha. Thomas just called for help. Viktor’s people hit the house. Full force.”
My stomach dropped. “How many?”
“Fifty at least. Maybe more. Coming at us from three sides.”
Fifty. Against Thomas’s thirty.
That’s not a fight. That’s a slaughter.
