Lucian's POV
The morning air carried a thousand scents as I moved through the northern border of Storm Pack territory in wolf form. The weekly border patrol was a responsibility I never delegated—an Alpha needed to know every inch of his land, every shift in the territorial markings.
We had been running for nearly two hours when Fenrir suddenly froze, his head snapping up as if struck by lightning.
*Mate. Danger.* The thought came with such intensity that I physically staggered.
*What are you talking about?* I questioned, but Fenrir was already turning, nose lifted to catch a scent that shouldn't have been there.
*Mate. Pain. Fear.* His thoughts were primal, cutting through my rational mind like a blade. *Now.*
Before I could protest, Fenrir took control, our body surgi
