ALPHA LINCOLN'S POV

Watching my twelve-year-old daughter, getting stabbed from the back, was the last thing I could ever imagine that could happen.

Ever!

Suddenly, after Montana screamed, and I was about to attack, my warriors already about to receive orders from me, I turned to her, her face cold.

Suddenly, there was a subtle change in the atmosphere as I felt Montana's emotions intensify. A slight decline in the temperature and a distant rumble of thunder.

The weather was definitely not normal, and if my thinking was right? It was Montana's doing.

As her anger escalated, she turned and looked at me, her eyes were Ice blue, and they...