It started with smoke. Thin trails curling under the doors, then bursting into the room in choking gray clouds. Wolves coughed, rose to their feet. And then the assassins poured in—masks, blades, no pack scent. Rogues.

It was mayhem. Howling, screaming and death.

I barely had time to gasp before Alpha Gregor was on me. His arm crushed me against him, his body shielding mine like a wall of muscle and fury.

“Stay behind me.”

The next moments were a blur of claws and steel. A blade ...