The world seemed to freeze for a split second as the front doors of the mansion literally exploded. Through the smoke and flying splinters, a tidal wave of our own high-ranking warriors poured in.

And leading the charge was Beta Imogen in her massive, terrifying white wolf form, flanked by Alphas from the Blue Serenity Pack and what looked like half our damn pack.

“Nobody,” Imogen snarled, her voice cutting through the chaos like a knife, “takes my daughter and thinks they get to walk away unscathed.”

From the balcony, Kyle actually started laughing, a slow, mocking clap. “Oh, you're playing clever now, Malcolm! Calling in the whole neighborhood? This...