Third Person PoV
Vaden couldn't believe how fortunate he was. Sofia was radiant, her soft skin practically begging for his touch, her scent intoxicating. His fangs elongated, his wolf urging him to mark her as his once and for all. He leaned in, his lips brushing over the tender spot where her neck met her shoulder, feeling the pulse of her heartbeat beneath his touch.
The anticipation was electric, his wolf pacing inside his mind with excitement. But then—
**"We are under attack!"**
The urgent voice of his beta slammed into his mind like a cold bucket of water. The feral need to claim his mate was instantly overridden by the alpha instinct to protect his pack.
Vaden growled low, his golden eyes snapping open as his wolf bristled with rage. In one swift motion, he was out of t
