Ravyn jolted awake to the sound of her bedroom door slamming open. Eryx stood in the doorway, his expression grim and urgent, still dressed in the same clothes from yesterday like he hadn’t slept at all.
“Get up,” he said without preamble. “We need to leave. Now.”
“Dad?” Ravyn sat up, instantly alert despite the exhaustion that had pulled her into deep sleep just hours before. “What’s wrong?”
“The vampires attacked three werewolf outposts last night,” Eryx said, moving to her window and peering through the curtains. “This isn’t political maneuvering anymore, Ravyn. This is war.”
The words hit her like ice water. “War?”
“Lord Valerius is making his move. He’s done waiting for subtlety.” Eryx turned back to her, his green eyes hard. “Get dressed. We’re meeting with the Northern Pack lea
