Miles away, at the Nightfang pack house, chaos erupted with the dawn.

Beta Lucien raced through the corridors, his boots echoing off stone walls. He burst into Henry's private quarters without knocking, his face pale with shock.

"Alpha, you need to see this. Now."

Henry looked up from his desk, where he'd been staring at pack reports without really seeing them. He'd barely slept, his wolf too restless to allow proper rest.

"See what?"

"The gardens. The crops. Everything."

They ran through ...