Krystal (POV)
I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue.
It wasn’t blood—not yet—but instinct screamed danger before my mind fully surfaced. My wolf stirred sharply, hackles raised, and the bond between me and Liam flared with such intensity it stole the air from my lungs.
Something was wrong.
I sat up too fast, a wave of dizziness forcing me to grip the edge of the bed. The infirmary was dim, the early morning light barely touching the stone walls. For a moment, everything was quiet.
Too quiet.
Then I felt it.
A pressure—like invisible fingers scraping against the edge of the pack’s boundary. Not inside yet. Testing. Probing.
Rogues.
My heart began to pound.
I swung my legs over the side of the bed just as the door opened. Liam strode in, armor half-fastened, sword al
