Ryan’s POV
The metallic tang of rogues hangs in the air, thick and bitter, cutting through the cool night like a knife. My jaw tightens, instincts kicking into overdrive. Every hair on my body stands on end, my senses alert to the faintest movement in the treeline beyond the packhouse. The serenity of the night is gone, replaced by tension that coils in my gut like a living thing.
I glance to my side. The pack has formed a rough perimeter, warriors and guards stepping into position with barely a word. Alex stands beside me, his eyes cold and calculating, every muscle in his body taut, ready to react. There’s no warmth there, no old animosity, only focus. He doesn’t trust me, I don’t trust him fully, but tonight, we have a common enemy. The rogues want to tear into our home, into my famil
