POV: Mason
The wind shifted just before the alarms sounded.
I felt it in my bones.
The pack did too.
Every wolf on the perimeter stiffened at once, hackles rising, instincts screaming. The night had been too quiet since Damieon was named. Too still. Too… watchful.
Then the first scream tore through the darkness.
“INTRUDERS!”
The castle erupted into chaos.
I was already moving before the echo faded—shifting mid-stride, bones snapping, power ripping through me as I launched across the courtyard in a blur of silver and black.
They came from the west wall.
Shadows poured over the stone like liquid void—Arken’s sentinels. Not fully physical. Not fully spirit. The kind of things blades barely touched.
And they were moving fast.
Too fast.
They weren’t here for the pack.
They were he
