Declan's POV
I raced towards the main house, my heart pounding in my chest. The distress call echoed in my ears, a haunting reminder of the chaos unfolding around me. As I ran, I tried to piece together a strategy, my mind racing through possibilities.
The main house was our stronghold, the heart of our territory. If it fell, we'd lose everything. I needed to rally what remained of my loyal pack members and mount a defense. But first, I had to assess the situation.
As I approached, the acrid smell of smoke filled my nostrils. Flames licked at the windows of the east wing, casting an eerie orange glow across the grounds. Gunshots rang out, punctuated by the snarls and howls of battling wolves.
I spotted Elena near the front entrance, her hair matted with blood as she fought off two atta
