Greyson’s POV
I don’t believe in coincidences.
Not in war.
Not in power.
And definitely not when the sky itself answers a howl.
Whatever that second call was—
It wasn’t random.
And it wasn’t far.
Zara was still in my arms, her body trembling as the mark on her wrist pulsed like a living thing. The glow had dimmed, but I could feel the heat of it against my skin.
Alive.
Reactive.
Dangerous.
Sky was pacing violently.
Not one threat. Two. Maybe more.
We prepare. Now.
Already ahead of you.
“Davon,” I called without looking away from her.
“I’m here.”
“Lock down the territory. Double the perimeter. No one enters without my direct order.”
“Already in motion.”
Good.
At least someone else in this place understood urgency.
I shifted Zara slightly, making sure her feet touched t
