Grace POV

Niel reaches us within seconds, his face ashen. "Alpha, we've counted at least forty rogues. They're not scattered—they're moving in formation. This is coordinated."

Ethan's expression darkens. "Forty? At the Head Council? That's impossible."

"It's unprecedented, Alpha. They've never attacked here before, and never in these numbers."

The roars grow louder outside. Screams pierce the air—high, terrified, cut short. Through the tall windows, ...