"To arms!" She barked, even as Tristan and the guards hurried to secure the exits. "We're under attack!"

Chaos erupted as wolves flooded into the cramped chamber, falling into defensive formations with snarls of feral readiness. Seraphina waded into the throng, her piercing stare sweeping over them in a silent demand for reports.

"Eastern ridge," one of the scouts gasped out between ragged pants. "We were ambushed on the eastern ridge by a force of at least two dozen—"

A bone-chilling howl rent the air, cutting off the young wolf's words and sending icy tendrils of dread lancing down Seraphina's spine. Because that cry...it was far too close, resounding from...