Danger doesn't announce itself—it arrives.
The rival pack wolves moved across academy grounds with coordinated precision. Not charging, not attacking. Just advancing with steady, deliberate purpose. Their footsteps were nearly silent on the grass, their eyes gleaming in the darkness like scattered embers.
Gideon smiled. "There they are. Right on schedule."
Through the bond, Darius's wolf exploded. He shifted mid-thought, all black fur and burning gold eyes and barely restrained violence. The transformation rippled through our connection, hot and feral.
But before he could charge, before anyone could move, a horn sounded. Long, authoritative, carrying across the entire campus. The sound cut through the night air like a blade, making everyone freeze.
Pack Enforcement. The real ones, not academy security. The external authorities who'd been investigating the conspiracy.
