“They are coming.”
Diana’s voice was quiet, but there was no uncertainty in it. She stood near the window of their Alpha suite, staring toward the dark line of trees surrounding Black Howler territory. The distant howls had already faded, but their meaning remained.
The feral rogues were close.
Too close.
And this time, Diana did not believe they were only testing the borders. Behind her, Talon watched his mate carefully.
He could see the tension in her shoulders. He could feel the alertness running through the bond. Artemis had risen close to the surface as well, listening, sensing, waiting.
Talon crossed the room and stopped behind Diana.
“Yes,” he said. “They are coming.”
His hands settled gently on her shoulders.
“But not today.”
Diana turned her head slightly.
“You sound ve
