The urgent howl pierced through the quiet night, jolting me awake. My heart raced as I recognized the signal — another rogue attack on our borders. I leapt from the bed, Xander already on his feet beside me.
“They're getting bolder,” I said, quickly pulling on my clothes. “This is the third attack this week.”
Xander nodded grimly. “We need to end this, and soon.”
We rushed out, the pack grounds already a flurry of activity. The Wolves were shifting, gathering in defensive formations we'd practiced countless times. As I moved to assemble my team, a familiar figure stepped into my path.
“Aurora, we need to talk,” Asher said, his eyes intense. “About last night-”
I cut him off, frustration bubbling up inside me. “Now is not the time, Asher. We're under attack!”
Before he could respond,
