Kat barely had time to finish her sip of sparkling berry water before it happened.
From opposite ends of the lawn, Luna Liora of the Dawnrise Pack and Alpha Matthias of Iron Glen approached—graceful and composed, each flanked by trusted seconds and warriors that walked like shadows.
And they were headed straight for her.
Mia glanced up from her drink, eyes going wide. “Oop. That’s not ominous at all.”
I set my glass down as both Alpha and Luna arrived at the exact same moment, offering polite nods to one another, though there was a definite chill between them—like the kind that sets in just before a lightning storm.
“Katarina Torres,” Liora began, her voice smooth and steady. “We were hoping for a quiet word.”
“Same,” Matthias said, slightly sharper in tone. “I wanted to speak with y
