The horn sounded, sharp and urgent, cutting through the quiet afternoon air. Zayn was already on his feet before the last echo faded. His instincts kicked in immediately. There was no time for hesitation. He had trained his pack for moments like this. "Gather the warriors!" he commanded as he ran to their rally point.
Beta Ezra was the first to arrive, his face tense with worry. "Alpha," Ezra said quickly, his voice tight, "We don’t know where they came from. The mutated beasts just… appeared. The fields are covered in blood. Bodies everywhere. We can’t tell if it’s the work of one group or more."
Zayn’s jaw tightened as the distant growls filled the air. He didn’t need anyone to explain—it was bad. Real bad.
‘Who the hell is behind this?’ he thought. “Which rogue pack dares attack us now?”
He turned sharply to the warriors gathered around him. “Head to the fields. Now,” he ordered, voice low but firm.
