KARIN
“The Nightfall Pack is under attack,” one of the guards said. “There are several breaches along the Sunrise Line. The Alpha ordered us to take you to the bunker right away.”
Even as he spoke, something else pressed against my senses. This new awareness did not come from fear. It came from knowing.
This was not a wild strike or a chance assault. Every movement fit together too well. It was planned. Timed. Meant to scatter people, to overload the pack with noise and panic.
And at the center of it, I felt Maribel Crowne.
I felt her focus. Her satisfaction. The sharp pleasure of watching pieces fall into place.
“She’s using the attack as cover,” I said. The truth slid into place before I finished speaking. “Whatever she’s doing, it’s happening right now.”
The guards exchanged lo
