Caleb's P.O.V

I was panting hard as Damien and I came tearing through the trees, feet pounding the dirt until the scent of earth and grass hit my nose. My eyes shot up, and there he was, Alpha Camden, standing like a mountain at the edge of the border.

"Father," I called, my chest heaving, "what happened? Why are you out here?"

His eyes cut toward me, sharp, urgent. "Get ready," he barked. "The soldiers spotted them, an entire army of rogues. They're moving this ...