The attack came at dusk, when the mansion’s defenses should have been at their strongest.
Faith was in the library, trying to lose herself in a book, when the first explosion rocked the estate. Glass shattered somewhere downstairs. Howls split the night—furious, battle-ready. She bolted upright, heart slamming against her ribs.
“Ronan,” she whispered, fear twisting in her gut.
The door burst open. Marcus, blood already streaking his arm, grabbed her. “Luna, we’re under attack. Shadowfang wolves. They’re here for you.”
“Me?” Faith’s voice shook, but she grabbed a heavy letter opener from the desk, gripping it like a dagger.
“Darius wants to prove the human Luna is a weakness,” Marcus growled, pulling her toward the safer inner corridors. “Alpha’s orders—get you to the panic room.”
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