The alarm sound traveled through the bond like a stone dropped in still water.
Concentric rings of it, moving outward from Rowan's thread through the pack bond's five hundred connections, each wolf feeling the specific transmission simultaneously — not words, not images, the raw truth-reading verdict of the combined-bloodline heir on the approach of something that warranted the alarm.
Cole felt it at his position at the southern junction.
He said nothing. He simply moved his hand to his radio.
Marcus, at the eastern approach, felt it and went still for exactly one second. Then he moved.
Roan, at the gate, felt it and placed both hands flat on the gate mechanism.
Luna, in the main building with Cole's communication channel, felt it and stood from the table where she had been documenti
