CALEB
I paced the war room perimeter, muscles coiled tight. The map table showed our territory's boundaries marked with red pins where breaches had occurred overnight—three at the north boundary, five more to the east. My claws itched beneath my skin, wolf senses heightened to breaking point.
The armory door crashed open. Marcus staggered in, blood streaking his face, right arm hanging at an awkward angle.
"They're back," he gasped, slamming against the stone wall for support.
I bolted past him into the courtyard. Rain lashed down, turning packed earth to mud that sucked at my boots. Through the downpour, figures emerged from the mist-shrouded gate—Moira, Mallory, and silver-armored figures flanking them on all sides. My wolf surged with protective rage.
"Liam, Ransom," I barked at my
