We raced back to The Nightshade, my heart pounding the entire way. Through the mate bond, I felt Ezra's barely controlled fury. Thorne had timed this perfectly, waiting until we were away at the Council session, until our guard might be down.
But Drake had been preparing. We had known an attack was coming, even if we didn't know when.
As we crossed into The Nightshade territory, I could already hear the chaos. Howls of alarm, shouted orders, the sounds of wolves mobilizing for battle.
We screeched to a stop at the pack house. Wolves were everywhere, some shifting into wolf form, others grabbing weapons, parents rushing children toward the underground shelter.
"Report!" Ezra commanded, his Alpha voice cutting through the noise.
