I felt it before I heard it.
The bond tightened like a wire pulled too fast, too hard—sharp with Kael’s anger, crowded with the scent of multiple wolves turning hostile at once. My breath left me in a startled gasp as I staggered back against the stone wall of his chamber.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Down the corridor, a distant roar split the night.
Not of celebration.
Of challenge.
I pressed a shaking hand to my chest. “Kael…”
The name barely left my lips before Rowan burst through the door, eyes blazing, sword already in hand.
“Faye,” he said quickly. “You need to stay inside. Do not move from this room for any reason.”
Fear pooled cold in my stomach. “What’s happening?”
“The loyalists are forming ranks,” he said grimly. “And so are the others.”
“The others?”
“The ones
