Third Person POV
Alaric arrived like a force of nature.
The moment he crossed the threshold of Silver Fang’s packhouse, the air changed.
Conversations died mid-sentence. Servants froze where they stood. Warriors straightened instinctively, then stepped back, eyes lowered in reflexive deference.
No one tried to stop him.
No one was foolish enough to try.
He had seen the attack broadcast live on television. The moment it started, he was out the door, on the way to Silver Fang. He knew how it had played out; he’d seen the video from his beta’s cellphone in the car.
It hadn’t eased his urgency. It appeared from the video that everything had worked out. He had received a brief, but informative.
There was an attack. Ellie and the boys were the apparent target.
