CHRISTIAN’S POV
In my time as Alpha, I had commanded Nightfang through many wars.
Territorial disputes. Blood feuds. Rogue incursions that tested the borders and the strength of our pack.
I had seen fear before.
I had seen hesitation.
I had seen men break under pressure, then rise again under an Alpha’s command.
But what I witnessed that night was something else entirely.
Before he left, Kieran entrusted Nightfang to me with enough context to understand the scale of what we were facing.
What were the odds that Nightfang being attacked by rogues on the very night they went to confront Catherine was a coincidence?
Zero.
As if that wasn’t enough, young Daniel had had a prophetic dream during his nap earlier that afternoon, and urgently warned of an attack.
Most would dismiss it as a child’s wild imagination, but knowing who his mother and father were, I took it seriously and immediately arranged for him and Leona to be taken to a safe house.
