“Alpha, there is an intruder.” The mind link cut through Ryker’s thoughts as he reviewed reports in his office. He didn’t look up immediately.
“And you are telling me this because…?” he replied lazily through the link.
Kylian—his beta—handled intruders. That was protocol. Bloodmoon’s borders were crossed once or twice a month by lost rogues, wandering loners, or foolish scouts testing their defenses. Kylian dealt with them efficiently and only reported details later in the end-of-day summary.
For him to interrupt now? That was unusual.
“She is an omega, Alpha,” Kylian replied.
Ryker paused. An omega?
“Intruders don’t usually announce their rank before trespassing,” Ryker said dryly. “Continue.”
“I believe she is from Silver Fang,” Kylian added. “Their beta was pursuing her when she
