Alpha Enzo's POV
I was in the study, sitting behind the large oak desk with Ash leaning casually against one of the shelves, thumbing through a thick book as if he wasn’t even paying attention. He always did that when he wanted me to think he was relaxed. But I knew him well enough—Ash never relaxed, not completely. His ears twitched at every sound, his eyes flickered across the room every now and then. He noticed more than most.
I rubbed my temples, the faintest throbbing in my head from hours of pouring over reports. The packs had been restless lately, too many tensions boiling under the surface, too many fragile egos clashing. I was already irritated when the sudden voice of Kael crashed into my mind through the link.
“Enzo! It’s Lisa—she’s been attacked. Irene and some other Lunas.
