The third horn blast echoed through Beaumont.
Long.
Sharp.
Urgent.
Every conversation outside stopped.
Every door opened.
Every villager understood what three blasts meant.
Danger.
My father was already moving.
One second he stood in front of me.
The next, he was striding toward the door.
His expression transformed completely.
The uncertainty from moments ago vanished.
The Alpha stood before me now.
Focused.
Commanding.
Prepared.
I hated how easily the change happened.
Part of me wanted to drag him back into the conversation.
To demand answers.
To force him to finish what he'd started.
But another part understood.
Whatever waited outside wasn't going to pause while we settled nineteen years of lies.
The horn sounded again.
Shorter this time.
Closer.
My stomach tig
