"What did you say?" Marcela's tear-streaked face went white. The words hit her like a physical blow. "Explain this to me."
She shot up from her chair, nearly knocking it over as she rushed toward the young alpha.
"Wasn't the pack under attack?"
Alpha Wallace looked genuinely confused by her panic. "Yes, but we contained the breach within an hour. It was the remaining Valerium warriors—what was left of them. They launched one final assault on our territory."
His voice carried the calm of someone reporting routine pack business.
"A suicide mission, really. They were vastly outnumbered. No real chance of success."
Alpha Wallace's words came faster now, animated by the recent victory.
The surviving Valerium warriors had struck without warning. Three to four hundred of them. All focused on a single point of attack—the south gate.
The south gate sat closest to their position. That explained the chaos Marcela had heard so clearly.
