I strode through the house, my heart beating with purpose. Every step felt like a declaration, a promise to myself and to my mother. It was time to act. The dream had given me a clear message: I had to rise. And so, I would.
Derek was the first to meet me in the hall. He had always been one of my most loyal Betas, a man of few words but fierce dedication. His broad shoulders and sharp eyes were ever watchful, always alert. But today, there was something different in his gaze. Perhaps he could feel the shift in me. Perhaps he knew, just like I did, that this wasn’t a time for hesitation. It was a time for war.
“Derek,” I called, my voice steady, but the weight of authority in it was unmistakable. He straightened up immediately, his eyes focused on mine. “I need you to gather every scrap o
