Grace POV

The alarm cuts through the night like a blade, jerking me awake. Ethan is already moving, pulling on clothes with practiced efficiency.

"What is it?" I ask, though dread already pools in my stomach.

"Lilith," he says grimly. "She's escaped."

Within minutes, warriors mobilize. Ethan issues orders rapid-fire, his Alpha voice cutting through the confusion.

"Lock down all borders. Search teams—fan out in groups of four. Someone check on ...