I jolt awake, my heart slamming into my ribs as a warrior’s roar echoes through the pack bond, dragging my body into action while my mind still clings to the last threads of sleep.
“Attack on the west border! Hundreds of them—we need all warriors now!”
It’s only been hours since we finally passed out after Baylee’s transition. I’m weak, drained, and tempted to claw my eyes out from the frustration.
“When it rains, it pours,” Layla grumbles as we scramble out of bed, swiping a hand over our face to will some energy into existence.
Drake is already up, tossing clothes my way. I blink the fog from my mind and dress fast, adrenaline forcing my limbs into motion.
Once I’m zipped up, he hands me a bulletproof vest, his hands brisk but careful as he double-checks my gear.
“You don’t have to
