Freya's POV
The call came just after noon, as I was wrapping up my Saturday work session. The screen lit up with a name I hadn't seen in months: Michael Harrison—my father's pack's Beta.
"Michael?" I answered, unable to hide the surprise in my voice.
"Freya." His deep voice carried the familiar cadence of my childhood territory. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."
"Not at all," I replied, minimizing the code I'd been working on. "Is everything okay? You don't usually call."
There was a pause—the kind that made my wolf, Selene, pace anxiously inside me.
"We've had visitors," he said carefully. "Wolves from the Howlthorne Pack have been spotted in our territory three times this week. They're not being subtle about it."
My fingers tightened around the phone. The Howlthorne
