ZAIN
The wind was wrong.
I'd been sitting alone in my office, the windows open, letting in the scent of the forest to clear my head. But then it shifted—something sour threading through the pines and moss. Rot. Copper. Blood.
I stood, spine straightening as I honed in.
Trouble.
A heartbeat later, Cian's voice cracked through the pack link. "Rogues. Multiple. Inside the perimeter."
I didn't wait to shift. I moved—down the stairs, through the hall, into chaos.
They'd breached the pack house.
And this wasn't some stray rogue testing boundaries.
This was war.
Glass shattered ahead of me as one rogue flew through a window, tackled mid-air by a young pack wolf. I didn't slow. My claws emerged mid-stride as I swiped across another rogue's throat, severing it with a spray of hot blood.
Screams, growls, and the unmistakable crack of bones filled the corridors.
I found Cian in the common room, covered in blood, flanked by four wolves.
