The howls changed before anyone said a word.
One moment the pack sounded alert, steady, structured. The next, the notes twisted into something sharper. Warning. Urgent. My wolf snapped her head up before my human brain caught on.
The shift in sound slammed through me like cold water.
Jack stiffened beside me. Beau rose first, fast and controlled, then pulled me up with careful hands as if I was made of thin glass. I hated that I needed the help. My legs wobbled the second I tried to stand.
“Perfect,” I muttered. “I love when something new tries to kill us before breakfast.”
Jack almost smiled. Almost.
Before either twin could say anything, Sophie entered the room with that expression she only used when things were about to go terribly wrong. Calm. Focused. Grim around the edges.
“it
