The warning horns echoed across Silver Crest territory well past midnight. Chaos took over the pack grounds. Warriors tore through the streets with weapons, patrol wolves shifted forms at the borders, their growls loud in the freezing air. Torches flickered, flaring bright against the darkness. Orders flew from every direction.
Intruders. Enemy wolves had crossed into Silver Crest.
Somewhere inside that swirling panic, Liana stood by her bedroom window, frozen. Her heart slammed in her chest. The mate bond burned—sharp, hot, and nothing soft about it now. Not longing, not attraction. Just danger. Pure, raw danger.
Her wolf paced under her skin, frantic. Run. That instinct hit so hard it made her knees weak. Something awful was coming.
Outside, another howl cut through the night. Closer
