“Jace, the north border — we’re under attack!”

I jolt upright, the words burning through sleep. In a heartbeat I’m out of bed, muscles coiled, adrenaline surging. The pack’s safety depends on me now.

I tear through the corridors and into the night, paws pounding the earth as I shift mid-stride. The scent of blood and rogues’ drifts on the wind, pulling me faster toward the battle.

One thought drives me harder than the rest: we need at least one alive. A prisoner could mean answers ...