Andrei’s POV
The moment my Beta delivered the news, I grabbed my sword and armor from the rack beside my desk and headed for the door. Damon was already in the corridor, buckling his leather chest piece as he jogged toward the main staircase.
“You should get back to Ashmoor,” I called over the sound of the alarm bells that had just begun to go off. “Your pack might need you.”
“No. You need me,” Damon said without hesitation. “I’m not running off to let my brother fight alone.”
A wry smile curled my lips, even as my heart pounded in time with the battering ram that I could now hear beating against the main gates.
We reached the main floor and burst through the front doors into the courtyard. The scene was worse than I’d expected. The walls were shuddering from the force of the batterin
