The scream tore through the quiet of the evening like thunderstorm. Beta Rowan froze where he stood, head snapping toward the sound before his body moved of its own accord.
His boots pounded against the floorboards as he sprinted down the hallway. He burst into the front of the pack house.
A girl stumbled in, clutching at the doorframe as though her life depended on it. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, her eyes wild, darting around the room as if expecting something monstrous to follow her inside.
Rowan caught her just as her knees buckled. “What happened?” His voice was firm, steady, the kind of voice that demanded answers, though he could already see she was too shaken to give them clearly.
“T...there… outside,” she stammered, words tumbling over each other as she tried to form
