Scarlett’s POV

The night fractures.

That is the only way I can describe it—the way sound, light, and space itself seem to splinter all at once. The alarms are no longer just ringing; they are screaming, layered with the howls of wolves shifting mid-run, the clash of steel, and the roar of magic ripping through the air.

The pack is under siege.

I stand near the ancestral stone, my bare feet planted against ground that vibrates like a living thing. The stone hums violently beneath my palm, ...