"Who attacked?" Caleb demanded, his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. "Give me names. Packs. Anything. I need to know who we're dealing with."
The messenger swallowed hard, his throat bobbing with visible effort.
"Mixed messages, Your Highness. Conflicting reports from the field. Some are saying it's the northern packs—allies of the former Alpha Calin who want to avenge his death and reclaim the territory. Others are saying it's rogues."
The King's aura flared, filling the room with a suffocating weight of authority. His eyes blazed with cold fury.
"And Attia? Lori? Where are they now? "
The messenger opened his mouth to respond, his lips trembling, but before he could speak, the dining hall doors swung open with a crash.
Attia strode in, his face carved from stone. Beh
