LYON’S POV

Immediately, we sprang to our feet and rushed towards the entrance of the pack house while I stayed in the shadows.

“Alpha, we are under attack.” One of the pack warriors frantically ran over. A few of our men had shifted to their wolf form, snarling and growling.

From a distance, I could see the clouds pitch black.

Smoke.

A section of the pack had been set on fire. Narrowing my eyes, I harnessed my wolf and could hear the cries from a mile away. Frantic cries ...